I know why I don't write anymore,
everything I write is dull and out of pain.
Nothing new, nothing amazing, nothing even worth while.
I apologize if you're reading this new piece of shit;
wasting your time if you want to be inspired here.
I used to have a strength,
that picked me up every time I fell,
but I don't have the will to even try anymore.
It's never worth it anyways.
Maybe it will be easier now.
Easier and Numb.
Why should I bother, when it never amounts to what I aim for?
I've lost the want,
to be better than I am.
Now I'm just rambling;
just looking for a reason to actually hit delete on my account,
and I truly have plenty.
It's sad frankly,
in my writing this,
I'm asking someone to give me a reason to belong,
which is pathetic to me.
I'm not a beggar,
but no longer a fighter.
What does that leave me with?
The honest,
heartfelt truth,
is the hardest to except.
The truth,
that I can fall if I want to,
and I don't expect anyone to help me up.
I'll watch you walk away from me,
I won't judge you for it;
I expect it.
With that one look as you pass,
I see the truth in your eyes.
So go ahead and say it.
Go on, tell me this is shit.
Tell me I can't do it.
Tell me I'm pathetic.
Tell me I just want attention.
Tell me I'm wasting my time.
Tell me everything you want,
because I already know.
I already agree with you.
I finally agree with you.
Congratulations my dear.
You win.