Insignificance is her name,
What she knows is pain,
In her monotone view,
Where happiness is few,

In her mind, she hides,
Wherein lay Insanity’s guides,
Constant holds of fear,
Keep her beneath their sneers,

Relief found in blood,
Cutting till it’s a flood,
It’s quite easy to hide,
If you know how to pretend,

But nevermind her,
She can cut till her vision blurs,
After all,
Her existence is small,

If she goes and dies,
From the weight of all the lies,
Its, not your problem right?
For you, It’ll just be another night.