No More

No more

“I am no more than a speck of dust on this earth”.

I tell myself that.

With time constantly coming and going.

I wake up with a heavy heart.

Far from feeling refreshed and happy.

“I am truly pathetic”.

I tell myself that.

Everyone is chasing after their dreams, but why am I still standing in the same spot?

Barely moving.

I know my own faults.

But do I really know everything what is wrong with me?

I don’t have anything good about me.

Just full of faults.

“But, everyone is the same”. Someone tells me.

I know that, but…

I can’t help but put myself into the center stage.

And scream: “Do your worst!”

I am a hypocrite martyr, who lives off of other people’s pity.

A masochist who constantly self-inflict these emotional cuts.

Shutting my ears on criticism and critique.

Avoiding eye contact.

Bottling everything inside.

Putting on a false smile.

Constant knot in my brain.

Scattered.

Shattered.

Lost.

Love is another thing on my mind.

But, who will love a sorry-sap like me?

Always drowning in his own negativity.

I don’t have any redeeming qualities.

But, I digress.

I know that…

When my world is no more, I will not be missed.