Guilt

Am I alone?
It's eating me right through the bone.  
Maybe I'm that thrown away stone?  
Am I not worth that shit?  
Let's talk about the mad bit.  
I feel cut.  
I feel stabbed.  
I'm more of a trash, useless and whatnot.  
The darkness is there, I feel grabbed.  
Tears aren't flowing,  
where is my life going?  
I'm embraced by a black out.  
Sun seems warm,  
in shadows I have no doubt.  
I feel alive by that charm,  
I'm still lost, at what cost,  
do I still deserve to hold you in my arms?