Worthless
Worthless
Is how she feels
How every breath she takes
Means nothing.
Why can't she help
Why can't she be of use
Nothing of her
But a regretful mistake
Why when she looks in the mirror
She sees her worth
But no, oh no
They just can't let that happen for once
They come from everywhere
Those horrid things
Infesting her brain
As they tell her things,
Ghastly things
And the final knife is plunged into her heart
As it finally dawns on her
That
She's
Nothing
But
Worthless.
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