I can't sleep
Even if I could I'd still be tired
I contemplate taking the leep
Always of a spired,
Tall edge

I'm a waste
a waste of food
a waste of  life
a waste of air
I'm a sour aftertaste
to a sweet pastry
a worm in a candied apple
a waste of attention
I'm a rat
and my insides are rotting

I'm just a bit insane
been this way for a bit now
it started when I met you
I vaguely remember how
then the tormenting followed
a downward plummet from then
that's when I was hollowed,
skinned and destroyed
now the simple pronunciation of your name hurts the scars.
cant seem to fill the void
It's not your fault it's mine.
your name digs into me
I wanted to stay in bed
then the demons came
at first a deep feeling
then little by little turned into dread
now I'm dead and I'm just a bit insane
but who isn't

i love you
you may not know why
you never knew
and thats okay
if only i ccould sculp my love with clay
your eyes  a mix of many colours
each one more pretty then the last
and for your smile i fell so fast

its my in stomach
its in my lungs
i want to cry in my bed
and get this thing out of my head
yet neither will occur
its all just a blur

im scared im uncurable
and that im not inportant,
that you dont love me,
that i cant just be happy,
im scared that the feeling of pure fear in my gut wont go away
and that you still wont care,
that i cant stop caring,
that the river will keep making me trust you
that  the current wont stop bringing me towards
that i will always be sad

im not worth your love
im not worth your attetion
im not worth your food
im not worth your affection
im not worth your protection
im not worth time
im not worth any of it