In terms of pieces, I am broken.
In terms of causes, I am lost.
I know I should not want to die,
But it wouldn’t change a thing if I were gone.
I don’t know why people care for me;
In terms of merit, I offer nothing.
I don’t want to disappoint them;
They’re the only ones who believe in me,
But even that’s not enough.
When you’ve given up on yourself,
What is there to hope for?
And yet you were there.
With me in my purgatory void.
Not by force of will, not by strength
but somehow you kept me going.
Through my despair, You saw beauty.
Through my self destruction,, You saw restoration.
Though I am nothing, you cherish me.
I give myself to you so that you may give me worth.
How could love so great
be bestowed on someone so broken?
That love be known to it,
so it may love back.