I Am A Loser

Nurse Me

It's Monday morning but I am sick.
The views I've seen, they made me weak.
The lines are lonely and bloody,
Too much that i felt very empty.
She talked to me like she's my mother.
Yet, my brain tells me I'm a loser.
The chalk, the pen, the paper,
All things turns to black, it's clear.
Am I infected? Am I out of my mind?
She waits for someone. Am I blind?
Her heart belongs to someone else not me.
She shows everything i don't want to see.
Still, I am truly in love of her.
I can't say the words, I am a loser.
Forgive me for things i have is true.
I don't want things to be through.