When I imagine looking through you and
seeing the inside of your chest,
I see darkness, your weakness, not your best,
I am feel your pain, and your stress,
I know that not having me for a friend, you feel blessed,
Because I think I am the one person that caused your pain and your stress,
That's why I feel like we can't be friends because I'm just a big mess,
And you are so wrecked,
People tell me everyday that I am the reason for you being a wreck,
That is what I see, what I imagine,
The bad in you, not the good in you,
You are just like spoiled or sour food.