regrets for breakfast

my limbs are limp and heavy and glued to the ground

i dont think I'll ever amount to anything

everything i say is a lie to myself... to others

either good or bad, it all feels like a lie

a mask glued onto my horrid face 

yet it does not cover the eyes that explore

nor the ears that hope to unhear these words

nor the nonstop pounding of this weakened heart

numbly aching each second, chokes my lungs

i am drowned in my lies... i dont deserve

perhaps i am one of the dispensable, the trash on my face early rots

years of trying to rip it apart

it was all a waste... if only i was not true

facing everything as my mouth is sewn.