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at a loss of one of the better things

assuredly brought out the worst in me

here i'm left at rock bottom without anything

now, i'm not even sure of what's left of me



there's been enough damage done, already

though i'm assured it's really just nothing

if i've reached a hand inside to get it cut off

to you that's had to have meant something



then it comes to be that i'm not wanted

for a fact, i'd not want this either

and so this welcome is slowly worn out

that i barely even offered to begin with



why did i get myself into this?

and when will it all end?

i'm not sure what will become as a result

and it's hard to say where i'll be after it all.

(though, it's something i really shouldn't deserve.)



i'll leave just this

for all these promises you've already broken

and all these words i've left unspoken

i'll end up shoved aside in the end

like another victim of your neglect.