Worthless
That word always seemed to have stuck to me,
It was the word I scribbled in my notebook,
It was who I though I was; who'd I always be.

I lived by that word for almost four years,
Four years filled with regret sadness and hate,
Four ******, starving years.

That word was part of my being,
It was my virtue,
My rhythm and my rhyme.

There was a time when I did the silliest thing,
I let words cut me deep,
Worthless was a gaping cut into me.

That word I've always resented; but somehow respected,
I fed it power and let it host on me,
I gave the word life and it destroyed me.

I went along with life and the Worthless never faded,
It left me with a life that was jaded,
All I saw was grey.

I look back at myself, then back here again.
Now look at me I've lost all my friends.
All I have is a string, with no knot at the end.

I suppose worthless will never leave me,
It'll always stick around in the silence as company.
I just remind myself that I can do much; but I can surely try.

I'll wipe my own tears when I'm alone to cry,
I'll scrape myself off the ***** ground,
I'll always keep moving; no matter what's stopping me.

I'm Rosalind, and I'm ******* proud.
I won't have a word **** me from the inside out.
I've come so far to give up now.

So come worthless; feast on me.
**** the marrow out of my bones.
I wont go down easy.