the
words
they
help
but only
me
what i will say
will
never be
good enough
to
clear
the
shit
on
my shoulders
i
try
to forget
what’s left
behind
bound
to regret
words
are
all
i
have
now

your lies are all the same
the self-concentric game
“i think”
“i dream”
“i am important”

yeah?

but what if you’re not?