Falling sickness over painful words.
Tripping over myself.
My eyes must be failing me.
Every part of me hurts.
And mentally, I'm falling apart.
I'm not worthless.
But god, she's beautiful.
And me?
My outside intrigues you,
but my thoughts and truths horrify you.

I know what it's like to go through days of pain and misery for few hours of feeling completely wonderful.
And when it's you, it's so worth it. You loving me entirely is the best feeling in the world. To feel beautiful, both inside and out for several small moments of my long life, is worth all the pain in the world.
And even the devastating worthlessness seems worth getting over.