In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
I hold my breath because am terrified so, yet so happy I want to float away.

Your figure is right there, I can see it and almost touch it but I know
oooh how I know so well that it isn't really you.
Am a fool to even dream that you would come,
You would never come for me.

I am unworthy,
dirty,
weak,
broken and
ugly.

I am unworthy because no one wants me, I know they don't.

I am dirty because I've been in the muck of it and no matter how much I clean up,........I stink.

I am weak, I couldn't even run away from my bad decisions, maybe if I was Strong I would have been able to get away.

Broken, I am broken, shattered...