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Damaged Worth
I can't remember what I have done, I don't remember what was said
Only thing I can really remember was the bullet driven into my head.
The blood was dripping slowly, the hunger beginning to kick in
Times slowly stopping for me, I'm losing myself slowly within this addiction.
You have no right to fucking judge me, you have no right to doubt
You have no idea whats it's like, to feel like your souls just... dropped.
Constantly tearing at my hair, the scars of my past night remain
I don't know who I am anymore, and yet, I don't want to fucking change.
The scars of my past linger, and I don't know when they'll go away
I'm clueless as to whats going on around me, I'm starting to slowly fade.
Amanda. That name tears are my vocal cords and shreds at my ear drums
I can't stop what I'm doing now, I've gone to far, commiting a sin that can't be undone.
The lies I tell myself in my trip, the things I laugh about are so damned sick
The things I hear people say now, I'm finally understanding, I feel like such shit...
It's my own fault, I'm the one left here to determine if I'm going to give up or search
For this mind of mine, for the truth and for a useless, yet, damaged worth.
This one is just amazing... I love the line, "I don't know who I am anymore, and yet, I don't want to fucking change", I think a lot of people can relate to that. Especially me. At one point in time I had no idea who I was... and this poem describes that feelings of confusion and coming of age. I love the title as well... it can be perceived in so many ways. "Damaged Worth" is a title that can have as many meanings as the stars. Truly... a work of humanitistic art.