My lungs are filled with toxic fumes ready to take ahold of me from the inside
I kill myself without really killing myself in person
I ruin myself from the inside so there's less of me to bother
I am just a space in this life that isn't supposed to be there
I am the garbage thrown out of the window which used to hold the delicate insides, now empty
I was taken for granted by my useless father who thought i was a trial-error and abandon.
