My only worth,
Is lower than the dirt,
For the worms and beetles have more pride than I,
My heart and soul are tarnished and hurt,
Am I forsaken by my living lie,
The tears stream down my face,
They seep into my dark soil,
What can't I find my place,
Away from all this turmoil,
Fall into a dreamland love?
I want to awake from this nightmare,
Alas I have no guidance from above,
But my worth is nothing more than canvas, bare,
