WASTED.
All the fragments object of memories, I gave it to you, hoping it will spark something in your heart. But it didn’t. It is all wasted as I have nothing to see and reminiscence about. What’s left are the things about you and me in my mind.
About
I’m a fucking waste of space, just a stupid kid. I've got no sense. A criminal. I’m no fucking use. I am nothing.
