Alone
That’s all I am
in this open empty state.
And exhausted.
So fricking tired.
Physically,
mentally,
emotionally
exhausted.
And the glass feels half empty.
Though the sky is so full;
I can’t help but feel alone.
Because no matter how much love
is handed to me
faked
for my benefit,
for their gain,
it’s nothing real.
There’s nothing gained
only lost.
One more broken piece
of myself
handed away.
One more wasted day.
useless.
And wasteful.
But hopeful, at least.
Maybe…
Am I even progressing?
Or am I moving
backwards?
to the crap that used to be…?
I can hold myself up,
but after so long
my strength goes slack.
because I know what I lack.
I feel so dang alone
and can any of us
really,
make it alone?
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Alone
That’s all I am
in this open empty state.
And exhausted.
So fricking tired.
Physically,
mentally,
emotionally
exhausted.
And the glass feels half empty.
Though the sky is so full;
I can’t help but feel alone.
Because no matter how much love
is handed to me
faked
for my benefit,
for their gain,
it’s nothing real.
There’s nothing gained
only lost.
One more broken piece
of myself
handed away.
One more wasted day.
useless.
And wasteful.
But hopeful, at least.
Maybe…
Am I even progressing?
Or am I moving
backwards?
to the crap that used to be…?
I can hold myself up,
but after so long
my strength goes slack.
because I know what I lack.
I feel so dang alone
and can any of us
really,
make it alone?
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