I'm not special.
I am nothing. I'm the background voice in a song, barely audible. I'm the minnow in a school of sharks. I'm the snake hidden in your daffodils when you're picking flowers. I am the scars on a clean wrist. I'm nothing special and I'm nothing good. I'm the thorns on the rose, everyone picks me and throws me out eventually. I'm always the last choice. None of my friends genuinely like me. I'm a threat to what's left of humanity's hope for excellence.
I managed to mess everything up all the time and I'm fat and I'm a terrible person overall. I'm selfish and ignorant and you won't believe how judgmental when it comes to a certain topic. I'm so bland and boring and so painfully sadistic towards myself that I think maybe that's what makes me special.
Sometimes, I wish I could dig a hole in my chest and puff out my soul because it's worthless; because existing is worthless if I can't do anything right. I'm just the anchor to everyone's success. I weigh everyone down. I'm a corpse. I died long ago and I'm just a hollow shell of myself now, waiting for the year my own lifeless body will finally join its other half. I'm the gasping breaths you take that never do come before you drown and please, don't tell me otherwise because you're just kidding yourself if you think I'm special.
I'm special in the way that I'm not.
I am nothing. I'm the background voice in a song, barely audible. I'm the minnow in a school of sharks. I'm the snake hidden in your daffodils when you're picking flowers. I am the scars on a clean wrist. I'm nothing special and I'm nothing good. I'm the thorns on the rose, everyone picks me and throws me out eventually. I'm always the last choice. None of my friends genuinely like me. I'm a threat to what's left of humanity's hope for excellence.
I managed to mess everything up all the time and I'm fat and I'm a terrible person overall. I'm selfish and ignorant and you won't believe how judgmental when it comes to a certain topic. I'm so bland and boring and so painfully sadistic towards myself that I think maybe that's what makes me special.
Sometimes, I wish I could dig a hole in my chest and puff out my soul because it's worthless; because existing is worthless if I can't do anything right. I'm just the anchor to everyone's success. I weigh everyone down. I'm a corpse. I died long ago and I'm just a hollow shell of myself now, waiting for the year my own lifeless body will finally join its other half. I'm the gasping breaths you take that never do come before you drown and please, don't tell me otherwise because you're just kidding yourself if you think I'm special.
I'm special in the way that I'm not.
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