Damaged Goods

I wear loss like a widow adorns her veil 

I reek of regret like every drunkard's last breath

I hope like saints who trust in omens

But I know love like abandoned orphans 

I cry in silence like stars twinkling in the daytime

Still, I’ll keep my head up high like a wide-eyed child 

But I’m as brave as a coward off to war 

So I keep pretending like sinners at church

Like the deranged crave sanity,

I‘m a weed yearning to bloom,

I’m martyr walking to their doom,  

There’s still so much I want to do 

I’m ready to die,

But the Devil won’t let me 

No, I haven’t been dealt a winning hand

I’m a reckless gambler with nothing to lose 

All my life I’ve been labeled as damaged goods

I’m Pandora's box, 

My veins are filled with nothing but chaos 

you should heed the warning

Still, you find my paradoxes enticing.

Like a pirate, you’re hungry 

for my myths, legends, and fantasies

But you keep believing

That I’m that lucky message in a bottle

When I’m actually nothing but trouble  

I’m not the sign you were looking for 

I’m no blessing in disguise  

I ruin everything I touch

I’m a sinking ship that’s burning

You’ll burn while you drown

Everyone’s echoing my insecurities 

That you could do so much better than me 

But the blush in your cheek, 

Makes me believe you bleed like me,

I’m not afraid to look my Demons in eye

But I’m more afraid that you could be everything I was denied