I'm so emo that it puts mgk to shame

The Invisibility of the Hideous Garbage Man

Im so
I'm so jealous of
I'm so jealous of everyone who
has it even slightly better
than me
I wanna
I wanna
Fling myself off the empire state Building I wanna
Die
I wanna
And
But
I wanna Die the most painful and Gruesome death known to man
I want to go out beautifully
I want to be beautiful generally
I don't want to be told I'm pretty as I Am
I want to be skinny
Flat stomach
I want to be pretty with
Siren eyes and a nice jawline
I want to
I hate
I want to feel the sweet release of death
I wanna puke and cry and sob and scream
I don't know who I am anymore
I don't know what I want to be
Too many people ruined me
I let them
I want
I
I let them ruin me and now I'm
Just eternal
Garbage
Garbage to all
Garbage to anyone who lays eyes on
My hideous face
Hideous complexion
I want to
Be beautiful
Truly
Though, what is beauty?
Who am I
Why am I
What could I become?
Could Garbage such as I
Ever become
Truly beautiful?
Beautiful
Beautifully gone
Beautifully tragic
I lie awake
Gone
But still, technically,
There.
My presence still exists
I am still amongst the many
Live beings on this
Giant
Floating rock
Suspended in
The midst of a huge
Empty
Deserted
Silent
Universe.
While I am gone
I am here
And i am still
Hideous.

Hideous I tell you.
Many people look away
When I pass
When I look
They do not
My being is
Nearly gone.
Are you really there if
Nobody notices?
Perhaps the key to life
As a Hideous Garbage man
Is to
Remain
Invisible.
Being seen is typically
A traumatic experience
For the hideous.

We are shunned
Pushed
Yelled at
Screamed at
Shoved down
Stepped on
Walked all over
Every time
We are seen.
Perhaps that is why the
Trash men
Stay hidden
Amongst the garbage
That is
Our own.