I feel like screaming most days.
But deep down, I know no one will hear
No one will care.
It won't matter.
And it saddens me,
That I have nothing left to say.
That I am empty.
I don't like where I am as of now
But only some days.
Most days I'm glad I can't feel.
Today, however
I just want to break.
Crumble into pieces smaller than sand.
Be put back together and pushed aside.
Maybe I won't be screwed up?
Perhaps I'll finally be okay?
Better yet, I may cease to exit.