POEMS

XIX. Untitled

I'm becoming worse as the days pass
I try to live with the remaining bit of hope
But everything seems wrong and I can't do anything right
It's as if the whole world is devouring me

Every morning, I'm scared to wake up
The same things happen everyday and I'm getting tired
I want to disappear like the smoke from the cigarette
I want to be invisible

As I hear the ticking of the clock,
I'm becoming wearier and wearier
I don't know what I'm still doing here
I just want to vanish from the world

I try to fix myself
Because that's what people want me to do
But I'm becoming more and more hopeless  as I continue to live
I'm slowly giving up

Every breath I take hurts
Because I don't want to do it anymore
Slowly, slowly
The sky above me turns black

I want everything to disappear
I want to drown in the ocean
I'm the only star in the sky that's not glowing
So what's the point of being here?

I want everything to be okay
But everything just falls apart
I'm slowly fading into gray
Slowly shattering into pieces

Someone once told me
That your own dream builds up your own path,
But I don't even have a certain dream
I'm just walking towards nothing

I want to be a butterfly
And fly away from everything
I want to be a dust
And just go where the wind takes me

-sccc