The world can glow as bright as the northern lights

But it can also grow as dark as a black crow

The crow goes in and out of my life like my mind is a train station

But it never fully leaves it is always there, swarming my thoughts

Telling me what  I should believe

It tells me that "I am worthless, a burden, a mistake, nothing, unloved, unwanted, useless"

All of those things hurt yes,

But there is one thing this crows says to me that hurts me not like the rest..

"You deserve to suffer, you are just too meaningless."