of sadness
of emptiness
of thoughts unsaid
of relationships unmade

they say it gets better
my question is when exactly
i'm tired of feeling like i don't matter
i'll leave this world gladly

why do i set myself on fire
just to keep others warm?
in a constant state of ire
no longer want to conform

baseless fright
i just know it *****
but its just another night
better for me to give no *****.

nothing new today
the same old routine
of feeling like
i can never fit in

the problem
of floating between groups
is the fact that
i never truly
feel that i belong
anywhere
not with you
and not with you.

i wish i could erase my ******* existence from this world.

the state of exhaustion
perpetual sleepiness
oh what bore!
oh what disaster!

i'm drowning
in a sea of people
and i wonder
if you see me

tired of
human interaction
the fake smiles
and sad eyes