relatable

i relate

to everything.

it's a curse.

even when

it doesn't apply to me

i feel the pain in every

tweet about a messy breakup

or instagram post about a dead uncle.

i relate to

the edgy quotes and the lovesick poems.

the fictional struggles and

the all-too-real wars.

i relate to it all,

yet i have nothing new to name.

i have nothing to say that can make you feel me

the way i feel your words

even if they're superficial.

i have nothing to say that can properly convey

the borrowed feelings i'm

living on.

the problem is

most people won't let you borrow anything

unless it's shit.

so all i have

is a bunch of negativity

that people generously donated to me

to fill the void with more darkness.

and now,

suprise

suprise,

no one wants to take it back.