i'd like to write a poem about how i feel
but that's been done a thousand times.

i'd like to write a poem about how a dumb boy makes me feel
but that's been done a thousand times.

i'd like to write a poem about how the sunshine makes me dread staying in all day long
but that's been down a thousand times.

i'd like to write about how much a person makes me hate myself
but that's been done a thousand times

i'd like to write a poem about how much i hate myself and feel emotionally dead
but that's been done a thousand times

i'd like to write a poem about how everything has been written about
how everything is overused and overrated
how life is just about repeating emotions and acting on impulse
which you regret later on
but of course
that's been done a thousand times

i'm broken glass
shattered beyond belief
unable to be put back together.

because the tiniest pieces just won't fit together
and there's far too many pieces to be put together
anyway.

This year, I plan to become a new me.
A happier me.
A more cheerful me.
A more pleasant me to be around.

Because old me was so last year.

For a while, I was in the mind frame that the scariest thing that could've happened to me was dying.
But in actuality, the scariest thing anyone can ever do is live.
Because really, what's so scary about taking a lifelong nap and not failing at your dreams
or having your heart obliterated by the love of your life?
Or watching your loved ones slowly die
day by day, by day?