stuck kiln
I paint my hands red,
since that's the only color left.
If I leave, it would be the best
No one would have it hard, as I am easy to forget.
Because I am nothing,
not what someone likes,
not someone pretty or someone who catches your eye.
If I leave, everything would be alright.
I am just a burden,
Aren't I?
No one would kill to be mine.
I am nothing, and worthless too right?
I am not enough to be met under the city lights,
I am not pretty enough to be someone's choice.
I have nothing special Brown eyes and grating voice.
I am just there to fill the void.
If I leave, someone would miss me right?
No, I don't think so, You wouldn't too though.
Am I right?
It ends here; making everyone happy for the last time,
trying to keep myself from ending my life;
-S-
languid crag