What do you do,
when everyone stops
giving a ****?
It seems like
they've given up on me.
I've given up on me.
I have tried so hard,
revealing so much in a little amount of time and yet,
no relief
my pain is eternal,
this blood flow will not cease.
I can't lift my head,
my neck is broken.
The world keeps spinning,
turning,
lurking.
I am expected to stay here,
but my tipping point is below the median.
Like a barrel,
I somehow keep rolling,
while the hoes
keep staring.
My life
has lost its voice.
I cannot be expected of, anymore.
Judge me not by my actions
but by the life in my eyes,
or leave me
*to die