She doesn't need further proof that she is unloved.

Head, Heart, Hands, Feet.

My head
my head is full of things that I should've done

My heart
my heart is heavy, and it sinks like a stone

My hands
my hands are scarred by things I shouldn't have done

And

my feet,
my feet are weary from all the miles that I've run

Since I'm a trash, I could be your trash bin
If you want to.

I don't mind,
but.... do you?

In Silence.

I choose to love you in silence;
in silence I find no rejection, in silence no one owns you, but me.

Useless.

My middle name.