i could throw it all away
what i have
what i was
what i am
like a tissue
like yesterday's newspaper
what more could i do
to prove i am nothing
to you
to anyone that thought they cared.
and i could spit it out
what you are
what you have
what you were
like spoiled miklk
like stale chewing gum
what more could you do
to prove that i don't want you
to prove that it all means
too little.
so many throw away days
so many throw away cares
so many things
that make me just barely even care to write this.
