Nothings ever been beautiful I thought that for quite some time Everything ends and everyone dies Death is a constant that I think about all the time Where do I place these thoughts Who can understand How alone I feel How alone I am Still a victim of my own mind Still cant do anything right Im composed of demon limbs And Im still anxious all the time Bad days and disappointment Will always be relevant Ask yourself Will anything ever be worth it?
anything, still, relevant, composed, disappointment