It'. s like I just can't seem to get it right.
Like no piece is falling into the right place,
Like all the frustration will never end.
EverythingI wanted, needed so desperately.
Lingers and taunts me, with every grasp I make.
It floats further away,
Never to feel whole, never feel okay.

It's like I'm always wrong.
Im just this nuissance, a broken piece.
Just getting in the way.
It's like you never will change,
The resentment towards me.
The lack of patience.
Not caring to notice just what I need.
You don't want it.

It's like Im screaming inside,
Hopelessly clawing my way up a endless hole.
I am trying to cure myself,
Save the world around me.
And now,
With every harsh word.
Every angry comment,
Every secret,
I slip deeper.
I hate myself.
Because I don't even know who I am.
I'm no one, nothing.
I'm not me.
I'm just a worthless waste of time.
With everytime it's proven how little I am,
It digs deeper, more intense pain than the time before.

It's literally killing me,
Tearing at every inch of me.
And yet,
Its not noticed, nothing changes.
The only change is me,
Slipping further and further into a dark hole.
Losing pieces of myself constantly.
With no one to help me save them