The more useful I think I am
The more useless I become
As I drown in a sea of hope
Flowing into every part of my body
"You aren't important"
"Just disappear"
I wish I could be as invisible as a dream
Disappearing into the midnight sky
"Why do I still live?"
"Why?"
I ask myself
Laying alone on this empty bed
Trying to understand
"It's already hard enough"
"Why can't you just die?"
What rushes into my body
Is an ocean of despair
When the more useful I think I am
The more useless I become
YOU ARE READING
Bad Poetry
PoetryBad Poetry. It sucks. Don't read. (It probably doesn't even count as poetry)
