Baggage

I’m falling for this place that said I was worth something,

It made me feel special like I wasn’t someone’s baggage,

I felt for just one second that someone could love me more,

Than just for what I appear,

For more than a worthless spawn,

Of Satan,

I can,

Tell you many times,

About how someone told me I was nothing but a lie.

You can,

Hate me,

But I’ll always be,

Someone who tries everything to be what you need.

I am not the enemy,

The one you are scared of,

I try my best to protect you,

But you think it’s just a mock.

I try to show you that I think you are the best of me,

But honestly, maybe, you don’t deserve my sanity.

Crazy, crazy, show me all your insane,

You tell me that you’re fine but I see more than your outside,

Crazy, crazy, shake off all the dust,

Show me that you care for me or give me reason to trust.

If I am satan, what does that make you?

I don’t hate you, but I can’t say the same for you.

Please just tell me how I can make amends,

I don’t know what to do to fill this pit of my sins.

Please forgive me.

And I won’t die tonight.

Please forgive me.

And maybe I’ll survive.

I know that at the end none of this is your fault,

But maybe if you’d forgiven me,

I could have moved on from this hell.

And tonight.

Is the night.

It’s the time.

I decide.

So tonight.

I will not hide.

It’s the night.

I die.