I’m slowly fading away.
No one wants me.
No one respects me.
No one even cares about me.
People are embarrassed to be around me.
People treat me like I'm nothing,
A waste of space.
Like fuck, I'm trying.
I'm trying so hard to get my life back on track but the past keeps coming back to haunt me.
Something's telling me not to give up.
I don't know what it is but eventually it's going to do the opposite.
My heart aches.
It longs for something it's lacking,
something to repair the shattered pieces.
There is a knife on my table.
It waits for me to end it,
end all my pain and suffering.
Tears stream down my face,
life would so much better if I didn't exist.