please don't tell me i can do it because i can't even meet my own expectations,
much less yours.
i want to scream from rooftops and i want to punch holes in walls,
my head is exploding and itching and burning,
but all i do is cry.
i am so useless.
stop
crying
please.
i am not my favorite song, i don't know about love and loss,
but yet the lyrics make me cry and i want to sing them forever,
paint them on my walls,
brand them onto my skin.
i feel so little and so empty and so sad all at the same time,
i don't care about anybody and i am so lonely that i don't even
care about myself.
i want to be with him and i want to go out on the weekend,
but all i do is cry.
rain makes the flowers grow but these tears just make my chest ache,
and my face red,
and my vision blurred.
stop
crying
please.
poetry used to come easy but now
the only words that come are the same every time.
i want to be successful and do well but i don't care
enough to make it happen because i don't deserve it.
what's the point of doing anything when it's going to end soon?
not soon enough,
but soon.
stop
crying
please.