These Heart felt nothings
Unfulfilled mornings
Me left hurting
Hating myself
Wanting nothing
Maybe a little respect
Hate and bigotry will overcome us
I will overcome myself
I a sure a peasant would frown a pun me
Knowing that I do not appreciate
Loathing myself
Concentrating on oneself
Being selfish and faithless
For nothing. Can save me..
I turn for pity and yet I deserve a whip
I beg for sorrow nd hell; s what fits