I save little pieces of my past.
They float around my mind and tell me what I've lost.
I wish I could throw it all away.
But that would be like cutting off my arm and then-
I'd still be lost.

I want to be beautiful to you.
But ugliness somehow outshines all the good.
This pain should live with me forever.
I guess I deserve it after all I've done-
So, here I am.