Some nights
I crack a window
to let out the stink
of darkness

unsheathe my knife
and think of carving
free my eyes

tossing them high
into a pine
so that they can see
all that isn’t going on
around me

instead I let the sharp
hard winter winds
of black starlight in

to fan the flames
of lonesome desire.

living in the future,
i'm thinking about what'll happen next,
my future is up to me,
but my past is full of regret

Bending over backwards for someone who doesn't even care
Trying so hard for someone who wouldn't even realize if you weren't there
Never feeling like you're enough
Never feeling appreciated
Never feeling worthy
Doing something nice but it's never done right
Trying your best to keep them safe but all they do is fight
Giving your all and getting nothing back
There doesn't seem to be a point when there's no one there to give you a pat on the back
Say thank you, be grateful
Appreciate the things you do
Why put forth so much effort when no one is putting effort into you?

How ill-prepared
Are we
For the
Inevitability of
The end