Blank
after another sleepless night
empty
thoughts slowly fill my mind
worthless
hopes and dreams
of all the things
I've caught myself spending
all of this wasted time
questioning.
not caring
if any of the words
I'm writing
and living
and thinking
are making
any sense to anyone
other than me.
lost
in a world unknown
to the people who are envious
of the obvious
and insist
on being missed by no one.
loved
by few who
are too confused
to know what to do
but refuse to
listen to
any
of the many
reasons not to fall in love with me.
