fucking patterns

I lost my fucking self in you
I sold my soul in pieces
My odd individuality
screams lonely and then seizes
to exist in my reality
and fight my stupid need
to hide my insecurity
the worth of me to feed
I'll fucking stop begging right now
my gods to bring you close
If there is death I'm feeling it
and pray for a bigger dose
I'll let my mind flirt with that
or get itslef together
My sun is black and cloudy
my heart like a muddy feather