I am,

Nothing more,

Nothing less.

This force is eating me up inside,

Pushing me deep down into an infinite trench.

They say beware of self pity, for it ***** the

Life right out of you, leaving you an empty

Shell of a man, lost and weary.

Am I sad?


I strive for attention,

I just cannot help it.

Every time you look away from me,

Every time you disregard me;

I die a little inside.

Let's do drugs and be happy,

Let's forget about our empty lives.

Maybe this is a call for help.

Am I sad?


I was too busy trying to

Collect friends and acquaintances,

Like one would collect souvenirs

From distant lands just to show them off.

Too busy that I lost the one person

That mattered the most.

She walked out because I was too selfish,

Leaving a deep well of emptiness in my soul.

Am I sad?


I lay through sleepless nights,

With thoughts falling like

Shattered bricks inside my head.

I dream of the day I would finally unleash,

The thunderstorm manifesting within me.

Contemplating the scars on my right arm,

The razor blade I held in my trembling hand,

And the blood that oozed from teeming wounds.

Am I sad?


Or am I just human?