I feel like a last option.
I’m a sinking ship you take your heaviest loads and drop em in.
Who could find forever in my shipwreck.
I’m damaged jewels with no value left.  

Un import me from your memories.
Unimportant anatomy. 
I’m fragile with rough handling.
Caress your soul but cut mine into pieces.
I’m a prepaid plan, loving me is temporary leasing.

My soul is missing peace if it isn’t by the Bermuda beaches.
Praying that these prayers don’t just get lost up in the ether.
I’m sure it’ll be alright either way.