it's the countless, sleepless nights where my insomnia has met my depression and has left me wondering if i ever really belonged here.
it's the same tired, cried-out eyes and the same crooked over-used smile and the same empty heart that's still, somehow, out of space, that manages to get out of bed each morning and drags itself to a place that is suppose to educate me but instead is rooms full of people who don't actually like me.
rooms full of humans that make me feel worthless, make me feel like i don't belong here, make me think the same thoughts the next 4am depressed-insomniated night full of my thoughts that drown the little positive energy i have left.
and if i don't belong here, i don't belong anywhere. we all know that my life is unimportant and pointless and the world wouldn't even blink at the loss (that doesn't count as a loss) of my (so it's called) life.
life's a fucking drag.
what's one less human in it?
a little-bit-less-of-a-fucking drag.
YOU ARE READING
a cut above all the rest
Poetrywith every breath, with every look, i will forever be, just another soul you took.
