Waste of Space

I have nothing left to give

I have spent every day spitting up bloody teeth and destroying my own organs from the inside out

I have nothing left inside of me

I have scraped the bottom of the barrel and I don’t know where to go from here

All I am pulling out is the blood and muscle collected at the bottom of my heart

I am tired

Tired of crying

Tired of fighting

Tired of waking up and feeling like I am floating above my bed spread

I have nothing left to say

No more soft words will fall from these lips

I have spent my whole life trying to make beauty and I have nothing left to create

I cannot feel the poetry within my bones anymore

I am only human

I am broken

Aren’t we all?

But I can’t write for those fellow broken souls anymore

I am sorry,

I am no longer a good messenger to guide you

I will only lead you into the dirt

I am a deathtrap waiting to happen

I am tired but no amount of sleep helps

I close my eyes against the wicked thoughts and press the palm of my hand into my heartbeat

I wish I did not feel so alone

I am a ghost

I am nothing real

That’s good,

The world does not need to create something so messed up

It is much easier on everyone if I can be a mistake

I have nothing left to say

The pool inside of me is empty

I am empty

Who am I without my heart?

Who am I without my words?

I am tired