I rejected all the love I might have deserved,

because my mind never let me deserve anything.

I don't try to find love,

don't even want to be found.

Never expect love from me,

you don't deserve a broken soul.

The body was the "home of the soul",

but there's no love or even soul left in me.

Because I lost my home from the moment I existed.

Does my breath count as "life"?

Or is it just unnecessary air?

Does my body look alive?

Because I've been dead for so long.