Alone
I'll never amount to anything more.
I am
A tree without sunlight.
A flower without rain.
All I am is an empty creature.
And All I'm ever going to be
Is broken inside.
You turn me away... no matter what my approach.
Knives digging into my flesh each time.
Why do I persist?
I am most obviously unwanted here.
What drives me to put myself through this pain?
Whips of flame, chains of idiocy.
I burn myself as I weep for you.
And for what?
For that which
I'll always see
But never have
I am
A tree without sunlight.
A flower without rain.
All I am is an empty creature.
And All I'm ever going to be
Is broken inside.
You turn me away... no matter what my approach.
Knives digging into my flesh each time.
Why do I persist?
I am most obviously unwanted here.
What drives me to put myself through this pain?
Whips of flame, chains of idiocy.
I burn myself as I weep for you.
And for what?
For that which
I'll always see
But never have
♠ ♠ ♠
it's shitty, but this is just venting