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 sucks 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?