Me
Am I really good enough?
All I seem to see is cracks
Ones I know the origin of
And some that got lost down the track
Marks and scars caress my face
Hollow laughs and empty screams
Memories of golden days
Floods of tears filling the seems
Looking in the mirror once
Looking in the mirror twice
Hating who I am for months
Waiting till this body dies
Why do people care for me?
Wasting all their time and effort
They don't know what they can't see
So deep that it can't be measured
Why am I even still alive?
All I do is take up space
I never had an inner drive
It was supposed to be a phase
I don't care if I sound desperate
I don't really care for much
Waiting till I'm in my deathbed
I'll never be scared of such