try to be productive, but it's
hard to come up with the energy when
the only gift I may possess, my
words cut like a razor's edge and
leave me bleeding
with every negative thought,
another laceration
worthless,
lazy
(my ears are ringing)
"but wait, there's more!"
now comes the replays,
all the times I wasn't there
when I was really needed
(legs feeling weak)
all the people that have left this world
their faces
( I want to curl up in a little ball)
the last time I saw them, and my
mind struggles with that, incessantly
(I no longer want to exist)
until i'm too shattered, too
weak
to drag my *** out of this
bed
I don't know how much longer I can do this