Am I the worth of my organs or the worth of a candy bar?

Sometimes I think about the times

I've felt like being worth something

and I always you

not a person –

rather a feeling

only your opinion matters, I don’t have one

was I taught to be this way?

or did I become dependant?

Pathetic – in a way

and when I fall into pebbles,

fucking my hands up

while trying to stop my bleeding

I curse myself

and when I clean those pebbles up

to prevent more hurt

I think nothing

and I feel silly

because I miss you –

the thing I can't quite put my finger on