It seems like everyday is changing,
into things that make no sense.
Shame and guilt keep sinking.
As my body fades into filth.
Decomposed matter is the only thing I could hope to be.
Eaten away by rats and worms, my true only friends.
If I were you I would hate me too, you see.
I am worthless nothing who only hopes for less.
Dirt is a fair price.
Feces my only friend.
Nothing more can I long for.
Nothing more I deserve.
Inside I hold my madness.
Inside I live alone.
Stay away, I am worthless.
Don’t let this dirt stain your clothes.
Everyday I search for the formula
that would make my nonexistence clear.
Of being filth I’m not worthy.
What I deserve is to disappear