A poem from a tattered soul.
I'm a wreck, a pathetic mess. I'm not worthy anyone's love, I deserve less.
'Cause no one could love someone like me. No one will ever try to find my heart's key.
Scarred arms, a ripped heart. Should've known right from the start.
That on earth, I'm wasting time and space. Trying to figure out my place.
I'm a wreck, a pathetic mess. To what question should my answer be yes?
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