D I V I N I T Y

11:34 p.m.

"No one will ever want you"
Bouncing off the walls of my skull
Like the bird trapped in the garage
seven summers ago

You're wrong
You're wrong
You're wrong

                                 She's not

I'm not the good guy, not even in the my own story

I'm in that in between space
I'm not dead
(Not yet)
But I don't think I can go as for to say I'm alive either
I'm walking around
But my smiles never reach my eyes

God
I'm so sick of being tired
And I'm so fucking tired of writing these poems