Poesy and Prose

Tell Me the Wrong Thing

I had a panic attack, 

But I'm not allowed to anymore 

The worst part is that it ended 

I deserved it for what I've done

Entirely nothing 

My life is worthless 

I'm not unique 

There's nothing new or significant 

About me

There's no way to escape

I'm not even brave enough 

To die

I'm simply not there 

So I strive for the future 

And when I get too close

I dive 

When others say they're 

Proud

It makes it so much worse 

When they say I can handle 

Anything 

Because they believe the 

Mask I front 

That makes me break 

Apart 

Because I'll never get what I truly want

It makes me want to stop

Wishing for the best

Wishing I could turn or 

Pivot away from 

Inevitability 

Because the truth is I'm 

Just another human

Just dust among the infinity 

There's nothing I can do 

All I am is a no one

And I know I can't 

Be better 

No matter what others 

Say

I'm just a plague on

This planet

I'm a supporter of what 

I hate 

Motivator of that I 

Fear 

I don't deserve anything 

And maybe that's why I'm

Still here

I'm too greedy to 

Give up

Too selfish to 

Stay 

I can't admit to anyone 

That I always knew 

I'd be alone.