all i'm left with
apparently this is all that i can be
a crying fucking emo kid
with heavy eyelids and a weighted heart.
and i’m sorry, i didn’t bother
i’m sorry, i’m not good enough.
i’m sorry, i fucking suck.
i’m sure you think the same.
if i tried to get out of bed
I would only fail again
if i tried to kill myself
I would only fail again
if i tried to make amends
I would only fail again
if i tired to stop the cycle
I would only fail again
if I tried to call you on the phone
I would only fail again.
my voice floods my brain
like a fucked up conscience
that hasn’t done enough wrong
to deserve feelings this bad, and i can
rationally state this
but i can’t put the words
out of my lips because
what if they fall under our toes to the floor.
i want to fall
but this is the bottom.
build me back up.
who am i?