These words I put to paper

Hold no value at all

They're just broken promises

No problems will they solve

The words are a metaphoric shell

Which protects my empty, hollow soul

I cry myself to sleep each night

I'm destroyed and alone

I'm cast away for my imperfections

People look at me and frown

They help me when not needed

But when I need them they can't be found

So who am I and who cares?

I'm lost in an immoral world

I feel exposed and bare

While lacking the love from Mom, Dad, a girl

I'm floating through the Sea of Hate

Surrounded by lust, guilt, and pride

But there is one thing that I know

It's better to lived life then die.