Alone.

I feel nothing completely

Everyday drains me repeatedly.

Pretending to be this happy-go lucky

I’ve given so much energy

Put time into what drives me.

In the end I’ll get used to it.

Or I might just bite that bullet.

But for right now I’ll settle for one more hit.

It helps me eat otherwise I can’t stomach it.

Most mornings water makes me sick.

Doctors say healthy

But that doesn’t mean mentally.

So I beg for what’s meant to be.

In the end, it’s an experience for every single entity.

To be honest there is no plan for me

I’m a background spare

The third wheel, who wish wasn’t there.

This time I’m going to stay alone.

I want a house not a home.