Literature
No More
I cant,
no more.
Get out,
get away.
I feel the lowest of the low,
I'm starting to believe I am.
I've suffered these few months,
haven't had the hope or motivation
for life anymore.
I dont feel like myself.
I'm an empty shell, hallow.
I dont get it,
nor do they.
Well join the club,
get in line.
We all have shitty lives...