They said I was brave
but everyone ended up in a grave
digging their secrets
underlying sickening sweetness

your sin was called a joke
too scared to uncloak
what was considered a monster
stuck in what we call a goner

Every step burns with contempt
to the point toes curl with regret
what was the message
that made it so depressive

this drawing of reality
your life is quite ******
no home to go back to
only leftover crumbling pieces of you