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I always find the bright side

But never in myself

I've never felt worth something

Trying to find worth in the dirt under my fingernails

Maybe it's not there to find

I see the good in other people

But the thorns in my head,

Wont let me see it in myself

All that there is a girl who can't escape

There's nothing for me here

At least that's what it feels like most of the time

Empty words and empty promises

Those are the things that fill my head

There must be a thought that's worth something

If there is i have yet to find it

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