This ones just desperation
A long shot escape from everything
My mind is racing again
My throat holds a lump that hurts
A dull ache brews along with my thoughts
Each thought like a car on a race track
Desperately trying to get first place
My eyes feel as if tears are building up
My chest feels ripped again
The worst part though
Is that nothing really even happened
I'm just so tired
I'm so done
What is the whole point of suffering?
Being optimistic ?
It's the kind of down I know too well
Often enough to not be rare
No motivation
Slightly irritable
Sleep seems better
Much better then seeing life go on
The down that I am okay if I die
Not enough motivation or want
To commit suicide
But to the point where
If I was held at gun point
I wouldn't scream
If I saw a car coming fast
I wouldn't move
It's as if my mental being is just
laying silently
Waiting for sunlight to show itself
Waiting for something
Anything to pull me out again
My minds so loud
I feel so out of control
Scared almost
Confused and lost too
Why am I so useless?
So stupid
So ugly and unwanted.......
WHO THE HELL ACTUALLY NEEDS ME??
IS ANYONE HAPPY I FUCKING EXIST?
IM LITERALLY JUST SOME DEPRESSING AESTHETIC FOR YOU ALL TO READ SO YOU FEEL LESS ALONE
AND IM NEVER ENOUGH
NOT FOR TEACHERS
TO HELP FRIENDS
TO BE SOMEBODY IMPORTANT
I am a fucking microscopic life
Not even worth half a cent
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......I hate myself ....
YOU ARE READING
Desolation boy
PoetryA collection of poems for the lonely at 3 AM who can't seem to find a purpose. Just like me. ••All poems are created from my head, heart and personal experiences. TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE EASILY INFLUENCED••
