These poems of mine my sanctuary These poems of mine won't you read them with me I find no comfort in my words but These poems of mine oh these poems of mine
How many of these are you gonna write tonight
What a waste
All these words and yet you can't speak
Let everyone stare
No apologies
Your words are useless
As much as you are
You are just a waste of space
A poor excuse
No one wanted
Everyone will leave
No one would want to stay
Why won't you kill yourself
Poor old may