As I lie here,
exhausted from nothing,
I feel more useless than ever.
Yet somehow
I feel more like a burden when I move.
They all say,
“Get up.”
But I am useless to them.
They say I am good
but only when I’m helping.
Again and again,
“Get up.”
They don’t know
that I am nothing.
Nothing when I am lying down.
Nothing even when I stand.
Just lazy.
I know I could be more
yet I’m not.
I could try
but I don’t.
Even my family says,
“Get up!”
But I don’t.
Because what will happen if I do?
I could hurt someone.
I could see something that hurts me.
I could show everyone how pitiful I am.
I can’t get up.
I can’t leave.
This is my forever prison
and maybe it’s safer this way.
If you really saw me,
you would see how disgusting I am.
How depressing.
How hideous.
So I will rest,
while you scream to no use
“GET UP.”
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 4:27 PM UTC
As I lie here,
exhausted from nothing,
I feel more useless than ever.
Yet somehow
I feel more like a burden when I move.
They all say,
“Get up.”
But I am useless to them.
They say I am good
but only when I’m helping.
Again and again,
“Get up.”
They don’t know
that I am nothing.
Nothing when I am lying down.
Nothing even when I stand.
Just lazy.
I know I could be more
yet I’m not.
I could try
but I don’t.
Even my family says,
“Get up!”
But I don’t.
Because what will happen if I do?
I could hurt someone.
I could see something that hurts me.
I could show everyone how pitiful I am.
I can’t get up.
I can’t leave.
This is my forever prison
and maybe it’s safer this way.
If you really saw me,
you would see how disgusting I am.
How depressing.
How hideous.
So I will rest,
while you scream to no use
“GET UP.”
