Drops of Jupiter (Poetry)

Living

Sometimes I feel like there's nothing left for me
My chest cavity isn't empty
It just feels like it
My stubborn heart is insistent on being numb
What could someone like me truly offer?
All I do is view life through inky clouds of teary disdain
I'm tired of being mad at the world
I'm tired of having to explain why I'm busy
Busy taking deeper breaths
Busy telling myself that I'm going to be okay
This is my busy
What an unfortunate paradox my life is
I don't want to die
I just want to start living