I don't know what I want,
I don't know what I am,
No wonder I don't care.
I really don't know if this is something I should share.

I lost my mind a long time ago.
Some where along the line.
Forgetting how old I am.
Forgetting what day it is.
Maybe something is wrong with me.

How dare I talk of love,
When I've destroyed the very meaning?
Maybe I really don't have feelings.
I'm not honest.
I'm not trustworthy.
I'm not sweet,
Or kind,
Or nice,
Or loving.
I don't know how you could even stand me.

It's not like I hurt people on purpose,
Though I usually want to.
It's not that I want to be lonely,
But I'd see life much clearer.

What am I even doing?
Wasting my time writing this,
So a few people I know skim it?
I want criticism.
I want critique.
I want to be told I'm an absolute terrible person,
But entirely unique.

I'm so static.