Too Much

I think I am too much for you
A melange of problems I just can't seem to escape
What will I reap as I sough?
But I don't think we could leave this world without a scrape

The smell of a cigarettes lingers on my fingers
And I have this overwhelming feeling you want me to go
Perhaps I can garner my ineptitude by me triggers
And please tell me, have I caused you too much woe?

I'm sorry I am broken and scarred
Searching for a better epoch in time
Just let me know am I just someone you will discard?
Like a shoe rife with grime

Understand I have a disorderly plight
Discombobulation riddles my head
Are all of my words merely trite?
Or am I just putting words in your mouth that you've never said