like falling leaves,
i change colours in the season.
i can barely hold on,
hanging by a single thread.
people tell me that i'm beautiful,
but why do i feel like i'm dying,
like i'm falling and never hitting the bottom,
like i'm worth nothing to people.
i'm not something to believe in,
all i need is a reason,
one more thing to help me breathe on
one more thing to help the dread go down
no longer deemed useful,
here i stand, lying to you
in the autumn wind,
pins and needles in my legs.
leaves falling to the ground,
surrounding the path i walk.
the acid rain falling into my wounds,
burning holes in my soul.
