Look in me.

Take a look at my insides and you will see,
There is nothing there inside of me.
Open my head there may be a brain
But all it knows is that of fast&pain.
Check my heart, it’s beating, yes
Only because of people, I will confess.
From all the pain inside my chest.
My limbs are scarred and bloody at best.
The years gone by have taken toll
By now my body is paying in full.
This body that knows only to help
Yet also not to speak or yelp.
People hate&people love
&Pray they die to go above
Hear and there, near and far,
People hurt&bodies scar.
♠ ♠ ♠
Something I wrote while talking to my friend. He told me that not valuing myself is bad. When in all honesty,there really /is/ nothing to value about me. So I wrote him this because he wanted a look into my brain.kinda.