I feel like no person could ever fall in love with me.
I don’t have looks going for me.
So many people are anti-religion, particularly anti-Catholic, so that’s not in my favor.
I’m a terribly judgmental person no matter how much I try not to be.
I’m messed up.
I get randomly depressed.
I’m approaching OCD tendencies.
I’m saving sex until marriage.
No man would ever want me.
So it goes.
My train tracks don’t go on for miles,
But they’ll show you where I’ve been.
You’ll never know when I decide to build more,
Burrowing them deep into my skin.
I know it’s stupid. I just… I don’t know.