does anyone ever deserve to be loved? do i?

[suicideeyes]

my heart is nothing but an appetizer.
i have a band aid on my wrist. it holds everything inside me. a small wound. i promise.
my heart is nothing but a painted over canvas.
blank white lounging there, leaning against something else.

& this is me thinking these things are special.
& this is me troubled over the condition of my body.

my heart is nothing but a dead hand that strangled many good things.
the fingers are long and lifeless inside me.

i am tired of being brave.
& i gently let limbo drift in over me.

xo.