Garbage

Garbage

This feeling pains me
It twists my insides and rocks my core
I feel like I am one large bore
This feeling must mean I am garbage

She told me she needs a break
My life is like an abyss without her light
I am loosing the survival fight
Oh, but that was only the icing on the cake

She doesn’t want to spend time with me
It’s not good enough to hear my voice
It’s hurting to be
In love some much without hearing her voice

My soul is empty, my heart is cries
My life is nothing without her warm gentile touch
What is happening to our strong ties
In the end, in life or death, I will be garbage, and so it will end