Peeling my skin back just to know who I am
A soul in a frame made of self doubt and hatred
Searching for ways to deal with my head
Because most of the time I think I'd be better off dead

(Stuck on an island with no water, just sand)

Good things may come
But then I let them go
I think I learned my lesson
I think it finally shows
That I don't believe
I deserving anything
Because of my history
And improvable brain chemistry

I was Birthed in dissolution
A failed dark blue connection
Figured that was my fortune
By a self serving gyp-
see in his cold hearted confession
Of disloyalty and shameless affection

Cancerous thoughts make me believe
this is my prospective
A route seemed so engraved into stone
with no prospect of making amends or newfound correction

I can't be far sighted forever
Need to see the big picture
Write my own story
because my life is not yours
and when love comes my way again
I'll pick my heart up off the floor
and I'll make a new passage
I won't shut the door

because I deserve love in the form
of this secure homely address
Shared by spirit who loves mine
and all my emotional baggage

a second shot at love will be the best
for my vulnerable compassion
to make myself new and be whole again