I guess once one is unlovable
and unloved, they must simply
becomes disposable outcome.
Bic lighter void of fuel,
last cigarette lit,
trash can bound.
Useless heart, not being used,
stopped beating, gets lost.
Rise cream, to the top,
won't give up, won't stop.
Got to plug away,
hold on to my dreams,
and in the end,
maybe this fool can win,
at least they can't say,
I didn't try, cry, die,
wonder why,
wish,
continue to dream,
till in the end…
oh, the end,
the end..
the end…….
