I hate you
You take everything to heart,
You can't trust....
Not even yourself.
You can't even make frickin' friends
Your selfish,
But you hide in a claim of selflessness.
You can't ever make up your mind.
You struggle,
But you're so pathetic,
You always make second;
Your always almost good enough.
your broken.
Your scared.
Always...
So...
Scared...
Used goods.
Worthless.
And as I turn of the lights to go to bed
Your image fades from the mirror I stare at.
As I close my eyes to go to sleep,
I remain tortured....
By the one who knows me best...
