Waste of Space
I have nothing left to give
I have spent every day spitting up bloody teeth and destroying my own organs from the inside out
I have nothing left inside of me
I have scraped the bottom of the barrel and I don’t know where to go from here
All I am pulling out is the blood and muscle collected at the bottom of my heart
I am tired
Tired of crying
Tired of fighting
Tired of waking up and feeling like I am floating above my bed spread
I have nothing left to say
No more soft words will fall from these lips
I have spent my whole life trying to make beauty and I have nothing left to create
I cannot feel the poetry within my bones anymore
I am only human
I am broken
Aren’t we all?
But I can’t write for those fellow broken souls anymore
I am sorry,
I am no longer a good messenger to guide you
I will only lead you into the dirt
I am a deathtrap waiting to happen
I am tired but no amount of sleep helps
I close my eyes against the wicked thoughts and press the palm of my hand into my heartbeat
I wish I did not feel so alone
I am a ghost
I am nothing real
That’s good,
The world does not need to create something so messed up
It is much easier on everyone if I can be a mistake
I have nothing left to say
The pool inside of me is empty
I am empty
Who am I without my heart?
Who am I without my words?
I am tired