My life is so bland
  My heart is so bitter
   My mind is full of lies
    And my lungs feel as if they are collapsing.

Everyday is the same
  It's like I'm not even a living creature
   I feel like a robot
    That is programmed to do the same thing
      Every single day.

Anger laps at my heart
  Like a raging flame
   I clench my fists
    My knuckles turn milky white
     I hate myself so f-cking much.

Everyday I tell myself that I am okay;
  I am all right
   I am alive  
    I tell myself I am beautiful,
     And even though my body is small
      (and very skinny)
        It is unique and perfect.

But I know deep down
  I am nowhere near perfection;
   Nowhere near beauty
    And I know that I am not okay
     I'm not all right
     I am breathing
       But I am d e a d.

My lungs yearn for the cool spring air
  I long to go outside
   While blissfully inhaling
    The smell before the spring shower
     But I can't
      I am stuck in winter,
       I am frozen solid.

I am a burned out light bulb
  I am the worthless blade of dead grass
  I am the hazardous oil that spills into the sea
    I am the gloomy rain clouds
     I am the raging storm.

Basically
  I am worthless
  And everday
   The same question floats into my mind
    "Why am I still breathing?"