Is anything actually worth it?
What does worth even mean? What is worthy? Am I worthy?
Does any of it even matter? Do I even matter to you?
You feel betrayed I feel dead inside.
You feel regret, I feel the person you never said but always wanted me to be frowning on me
As I take this blade across my skin I can see the end
black and white and lonely and quiet, the hell of my mind and the place you always wanted
Am I worth it?
Do I matter?
(or would I be dead?)
Do you care?
