Smells Like A Guilded Spirit

I sit in an inch or two of water, my belongings ruined, saturated and molded. Who is the female I gave my heart to? A goddess in dreams, I'm just ridiculed and ruined. I feel so lost as you try to stay your vein, the prick you feel grows sort of from the hate. Each breath we take, soak my pride in vinegar. There's nothing that relates- ... desd space ...