I am seventeen going on extinct.

The world around me is just a cemetery for the living,
we water and nurture our hopeful flowers until
we cannot bring ourselves to care anymore
and that is the moment they’ll invite us
to their peaceful world below
but that is the moment we must say no.

I know that holding a rosary can be the most comforting
thing in the world, that my life is pointless but not worthless
and that it is much harder to die than it is to live.

So do not lie to the ****** and do not fool yourselves.
It will never be easy for people like us.
In the survival of the fittest we are lagging behind
but in a race going in circles, I don’t really mind.