Worthless

the Pain
Heartache
and Devastation
that comes from Failing
from Not being Enough
no matter how much Effort
and how hard i Try
it'll Never be Enough
i will Never
be Enough

Because Of Me

What matters most
is the smile on your face

But the truth is
I wish I could be
the cause of it

Convenient Standby

Life is too short
to dwell in the past
or even the future

But I can't help
but ponder the small things
that mean a lot
in the moment

You say you love me
then why don't I ever
come first?

Why am I brushed aside
as if I'm merely
a convenience?