she

Lily of the moon
She blossoms through night
her petals unfold
'til dawn from twilight
And if perchance
you should see her in bloom
you might mistake her glow
for that of the moon

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.