I won't blame you
If you shred me into pieces
I won't blame you
If you skin me alive and spit on my face
I'm a waste of space anyway
Undeserving of your love.
A sinner by birth.
A blackened heart,
That's used to the rage and hatred,
It can't build something so sacred.
So leave while you can
Before I stain you with my rust
Like everything else I touched
And turned it into meagre dust.
My heart sinks with some unknown feeling,
Whenever you look at me
for not being worth more than dirt,
not being worthy of your unswerving love,
For every beautiful moment you give me
my masochistic soul screams from inside
"Don't torture me by giving me hope,
Just hate me like I deserve."