i dont' understand why they care
all i do is bring them pain
i don't see what they see in me
of what worth is hurt
how can more scars be a joy
what use am i to them
what can i give them
how can they benifet from me
all i can give leads them down a hard, dark, road
riddled with pain, confusion,torment,and hell
why am i loved
i don't understand
can't fathom
i bring hurt and await the impending loneliness that should follow
repeatedly i am confused by the loving patience i recieve in loneliness' stead
i loath myself
hating myself more for their misplaced love
despising myself for my betrayal of their affection
if i died they shouldn't care
i am not worth a shrug of their shoulders
yet i, am loved
