I don't really understand
I was just sitting here
Minding my own business
And suddenly I felt like shit.
Is it my lack of a relationship?
My boring days of classes
Where nothing else comes up?
Or is it because I truly hate myself?
I hate this empty feeling
Where I don't belong nor care
Where I want friends to help
Only to realize there are none.
I guess I screwed up somewhere.
In between the doubts, fears, and worries
The only thing I have left to watch
Is my roommate and his friend cuddle
So, with nothing to do, I sit here.
Vodka in my hand but not yet opened.
It's the only thing, at least for now
That keeps me from taking my life.















Comments
It made me feel genuinely sorrowful. Not a lot of writers can impart a feeling of sadness upon their readers. I think you have a gift for this kind of thing.
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