Of course, I do not deserve this

Of course, I do not deserve this.

That's why I do not get it.

I am nothing: I am worthless

I am insignificant

I am so small I've

become lost.

I will never be good enough, of course.

I will never be good enough for anyone.

I am nothing, I am small

I am a broken, cold, and lonely girl

standing on the edge of a cliff, wailing

her heartless dirges to lure sailors to the rocks.

And after I've destroyed and wrecked and ruined

I will still be nothing at all.

I had my chances

and I failed.

I had redemption, and I threw it away

like another piece of garbage I'd collected.

But, after all,

soon even I will forget myself

and fade into the pattern on the rocks,

breathing slowly with the waves,

crashing on the sand,

hiss, hiss

pause

hiss, hiss

pause.