I've been through worse
so much worse
and I survived
so I know I can now too
I can make it
but here's the thing,
its not one problem
or some huge thing
weighing me down
its the little things
the way I'm always alone
every time I see them happier without me
the way I don't sleep anymore
every mistake I make
the way I've given up on being clean
every person who leaves, one by one
the way I've lost all energy
every night I barely pull through
all of it
its wearing me down
little by little
it's drowning me
a small stream
slowly corroding my mind, body and soul
till I'm destroyed
a shell of who I once was
so utterly useless
that there's no point anymore
it's not that I cant survive
it's that I don't want to anymore
I really don't think anyone would notice or care
I'm literally so done
I don't even think this counts as a poem, I just literally have nowhere else to put this.