As I lay my head down on this pillow of thoughts, I recite my nightly prayers, and ask God what I've done to deserve all of this.
You say you love me, and I feel guilty because I'm not worthy of your love.
You make me feel like an important person that I know I'm not.
I'm not worthy of your attention and your kindness.
I don't even deserve the every breath that I'm given while I'm in your arms.
When you look at me and tell me that you love me, I can't help but cry.
I'm not worthy of your love or of anything else that you're willing to give me.
And with these tears in my eyes, you ask me what's wrong, and I don't know what to say, or how to tell you how I want to die.
My voice disappears and I'm unable to speak.
It's such an amazing feeling that I'm not worthy of.
I'm on such a lower level compared to you and your perfectness.
I'm not even worthy of existance.
I don't deserve life with you.
I'm not worthy of your hand to hold, or being able to call you mine.
Why would you even want me as yours?
How could you even care?
I'm not worthy of your love or anything you're willing to give up for me.
You're too perfect for me; I'm not worthy.
