The forgotten

At the end of the earth
On the brink of failed human attempts..
Where useless people sit
I lay there beside the boat of fake hopes
I await another wave of disappointments
In that spot we are there, corpses begging for life, faces without features, and hearts without souls
I felt everything would be perfect if I stop overthinking,
but I wasn't right, because what was left of me is still dying
and I'm still clinging to expired doses of hope.