Poems of a mended artist.

Matter.

Useless:

Can't find a thing to do.

Can't do anything right. 

Can't comprehend why it never goes the way you want it to. 

Stupid:

You're wrong all the time. 

You're so wrong that people find your input useless.

You're wrong about everything. 

Lazy: 

You do nothing. 

You will amount to nothing because of it. 

You are useless and stupid for doing nothing. 

Loser: 

What a useless waste of time. 

What do you think you are to want things?

What is it you want after being so useless and lazy?

Suicidal: 

I'm useless. 

I'm stupid. 

I'm lazy. 

I'm a loser. 

I abuse the thoughts in my head because I got sick of hearing them yell at me. 

I shut out the words of others cause I can't tell what's an insult and what's a compliment anymore. 

I listen to music so loud I hurt my ears just to get away from the sound of everything around me crumbling to dust. 

I dont want to live, I dont want to die either.      

Im stuck in the middle waiting for a bit of wind to push me either way. 

I won't be sad if I die. 

I won't be happy either. 

Somethings wrong but I guess it doesn't matter to you. 

Just like I never did.