There is nothing left.
Even the ashes of love
have scattered
in the storm
of your screaming rage
Even the shadow
of my devotion
has been devoured
by the darkness
in your eyes.
There is nothing left,
yet here I am.

Let me out!
This life is poor
and I want
a reset.

Let me out!
I can't stand
who I am.

I hate that she left me,
but I cannot fault her.
I am of no value.
I am worthless,
because
I do not
desire
to be
worthy.

I sabotage myself,
because
I have a hard time
caring about
my
life.

I ruin myself,
because
I'd rather
see myself suffer
than see myself
succede

I hate this
place,
this time,
this shit.

I hate me.