I stand before you.
Insecure and broken.
I’m not good enough for love;
A thrown away toy.
Why did you hurt me?
Why did you break me into pieces –
I can’t find them all to put myself together again.
Will I ever be okay? Will I?
Do you love me now?
Now that I’m less than nothing.
Am I good enough today?
Why did you need to break my heart?
I have questions, you have silence.
You can’t face up to your faults.
I guess you’re just as screwed up as I am.
Welcome to my world.