there wouldn't be much to write about me in the papers
Hopefully there's enough insurance so no one needs a GoFundMe
What would they write?
I lack a goofy, vivacious spirit
I seldom bring joy to anyone I meet
My smile doesn't light up a room
I don't extend a hand to anyone who needs it
my shirt stays on my back
I'm not selfish
I'm just lost
I'm tired
I'm nauseous
I'm too busy surviving to try to live a life that matters
