when everyone has left you
there's really nothing left to do
except get high
forget about them

and wish you were everything you're not.

you tell yourself the famous textbook lies. and you know you're worth more than your surface says you are, but you just can't crack the facade. anything you could use to break out was dulled by your numbness.

[i'm fucking stuck and i hate it. i cannot will anything to come out of me. i have an outlet that i'm willing to use to rid myself of hate and anger and sadness but nothing comes out.]]

''i'll keep digging
till i feel something''

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