nothing amounts to this

i am so sick of you hitting me when you don't get your way.














between the fear of walking on broken glass, or the school-bus hum that i alwaysneverstop hear, life just isn't worth it anymore. each day, being a statistic doesn't sound nearly as bad.

the edges are crumbling in, and my world is just beginning to fall apart.

it's not even funny, you know, when you laugh when i cry. is it your ill intention to hurt me, or just to push me closer until i may jump off the edge and into nothingness?

nothing.

i wanted to become invisible. i whispered the words onto this same exact screen, where little did i know someone would tell me i was better than that.

that i was worth more than that.

worth.

i was always useless. it didn't matter how hard i tried; or what i did, i was your broken dress-me up doll, and i was just waiting to be replaced.

she was the only one who ever said i was worth anything; and now, she is my never.

but, onto the subject of always being replaced.


each person enters my life and brings me that tiny bit of hope, the flame glowing dimly enough to lead me two steps forward; then they leave me, i stumble three steps back.
because i'm never worth their time.

i am not worth a single thing.

nothing.