why am i even here?
i do not know.
would it make any difference
if i decided to go?
sometimes i feel like
i could just fade into mist, disappear,
or completely cease
to exist, gone forever
and nothing would change.
would anybody notice or care
if i were to disappear into thin air?
or would the world
keep on turning
the stars would
keep on burning
with or without my life.
i am alone and
insignificant
nothing near
magnificent.
i am worthless and a waste
i do not think i have a place
among the stars with my ugly scars...
maybe i don't belong here
maybe i should disappear.
YOU ARE READING
sad boi hours
Şiir~Trigger Warning: these poems contain somewhat graphic descriptions of mental health, s3lf-h@rm, e@ting d!sorders, su!cide and other topics that could potentially be upsetting. Poetry is one of my coping skills and a positive release for my emotion...
