I'm definitely okay.
Just a little deranged.
I feel deceased.
When emotions increase.
Soon, I'll be numb.
I'm just scum.
On the face of the Earth.
Soon to be shoved into the dirt.
The ground with be my home.
Holding my rotting corpse and soul.
My bones will be eaten.
My bruises from being beaten.
Will dissolve into the ground.
Beaten for being loud.
Beaten for being stupid.
Nobody loves me, not even Cupid.
On the dirt that covered me, nothing will grow.
Because like me, there's nothing to show.

-More to come...