hand me down heart

[diskarded]

tattered up eyes
ratted hair to match
so tired of hurting
that I'm forgetting to watch.
and the way it counts me out
is an amount too much for me
packing my bags and moving out
I've had enough of what I see.
Losing all my faith
if I ever had any at all
I'm so confused I can't tell
the difference between the horizon, the wall.
I don't know my feelings, I guess I'll call them glad.
I'm losing my faith in myself
and all the friends I thought I had.
I never thought I'd be saying this
I was never good at giving up
but now that this is loaded
I've fucking finally had enough.
I don't care how much it stings
I don't care how much it hurts
I don't care for much anymore
but I'm going to erase everything.