Filled With These Lines.

Crumple Me,

Tear Me,

Rip Me Up,

Like I'm Trash.

A Worthless Piece Of Existence That NoOne Cares About.

Because NoOne Does.

Especially You.

You've Put So Much Work Into Me,

Filled My Lines With These Words,

These Meanings,

That NoOne Really Understands.

But Now,

You Tell Me You Loathe Me,

Hate Me.

You Ask Me, "Why?"

I'm The Way You Made Me.

You're The One To Blame.

But Now You Wish You Hadn't.

You Say, "Why Did I Let This Happen?"

But Now You Don't Care.

I'm Just A Work That Shouldn't Have Been.

But Now That I'm Created,

You Can Just Throw Me Away.