Worthless
My mind screams
& I believe it
Every single time.
What if
Things don't get better
What if the depth
Of this hell
Can increase further.
Nothing
That word repeats itself
And ricochets inside my soul
Because it is
What I am.
The opaque crows
Represent me
No one cares about them
& they remain a nuisance
To society.
I am more a burden
Than a blessing
I grew used to the realization
That I"m not needed
I'm just space used up
In this smaller than we comprehend world.
What if
My purpose
Isn't here
In this life
But in a future one.
What if
I'm not meant to do anything special
That I'm just simply breathing
Intaking oxygen
And giving nothing but carbon dioxide.
