Should I stay?
Even if I fall apart badly?
Even if all that's left is pain?
Will there be a possibility of a better day?
I'm always bothered by a lot of questions
Everytime I feel so useless,
Every single moment I feel invisible,
Every day my dignity gets stepped on.
I don't know which way to take anymore.
I think that my life started as a mess
That's why when I space out
I think I'm not supposed to be here.
Am I worthy to be here?
And after that comes the question:
Am I not good enough?
Am I not wanted in this world?
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Language of the Heart
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