A Taste of the Noise In a Suicidal Head
You are worthless
even if you do your best.
The world without you
won’t feel any less.
You are worthless.
You are a mess.
In this world you’re just a grain,
it won’t matter, even if you feel pain.
You are worthless
even if you do your best.
She can’t even remember your name.
All your efforts went in vain.
You are worthless
even if they tell you “you are blessed,”
for you can’t even make her love you
after doing all that you can do.
You are worthless.
You are a mess.
Just take the knife
and go end your life.
Copyright © Max Ortiz | Year Posted 2017
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