noises…(under my bed)

distracting noises under my bed
telling me i should be dead
the shadows swallowing my thoughts
my senses telling me i should be dead!!!

tearing my already broken insides to pieces
like thrown dishes
you taught me something:
that im nothing
believe my uncovered apology

break my all ready shattered heart
but help me pick the pieces
blown ashes
hate all the these rashes
i wont run away and hide

let’s light this goblet
use this dry match stick in my pocket
accept me sarcastically once more
hear an fainting knocks at you wooden door

time wont erase you completely
you know me better than that
prove to my failed hopes
that there’s still a point in living…