Can anyone in this bih help me find the light?
The good inside of me?
Does anyone see me as worthy ?
Does anyone care to pour into my cup as it emptys?
Or patch the parts that are leaking?

This is probably the journey that God has planned for me.
Every year on my lonely.
Lost in the ocean, drifting further from my peace.
The hurricane in my spirit growing stronger in category. 
Today feels like cat 3. 
I pray for calmer seas🙏🏽.

My damages are mines alone to keep.
Nobody is standing beside me.
Shattering my mental to pieces.
Disposability of Dave, is the name of my thesis.

Door mat, the epithet, this game is defeating. 
Losing grip of the parapet, the stumble is steepening.
The bumps in the fall remind me I’m just a bum and a creep. 
A failure, a sheep.
How could anyone even think to like D?

i am ready to be alone. I’m ready to accept this as destiny. 
the damages i keep on my own… keep on damaging me.