I am worthless
I am useless
I am broken
I can not do anything right
And I don't have a talent
I can't dance or sing or play an instrument

So when I take my blade
And create a pattern
A picture
I finally
Have a talent
In that moment
I am an artist.

I finally stopped wanting you,
But now I crave your touch.

I finally stopped needing you,
But you give me a sort of rush.

I finally got over you,
But now not so much.