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Poetry & Art

late night thoughts

They
hate me.
They
despise me.
They
don’t give a
damn about me.

Why
would they?
What
good am I?

I’m
nothing,
a worthless
piece of
garbage
that you can’t
even bother to
toss in the trashcan
on a busy day.

Everyone
leaves.
Why
do I even bother?
Everyone
leaves, no
matter
what I do.

Stupid.
You
stupid, stupid
girl.

Nobody loves
you.
Nobody cares
about you.

What if
you just died
right here
in this bed?
You close your
eyes and
just never wake
up.
Imagine the
people in your life,
going bout their
day,
not a single
care in the
world
that you were gone.

Would anyone
even notice?
Would anyone
even be
bothered to check?
Would you
just
lay in bed,
decomposed
and forgotten,
while everyone
else
moved on?

Imagine this;
car accident.
All the
people you love,
standing outside.
You,
inside,
screaming..
crying..
unable to move.
All the people
you ever
loved,
just standing,
watching,
watching as you
suffer.

Worthless,
they’d chant along.
Replaceable,
they’d say
to one another.
You’ll scream,
call out for
anyone,
but nothing.

Why bother?
You
aren’t that
unique,
anyway.
You’re useless.
Stupid.
Replaceable.
Haven’t you noticed
that nobody
wants to hang out
with you?

Sleep,
don’t sleep,
it’s not going
to change anything.

You’re still
a coward.
A
no good,
useless,
piece of
nothing.

Good night,
or whatever.
I’ll see you
again
tomorrow, anyway.

Comment
by Mel Stufflestreet

Hello. I am a 22 year old dreamer who has always enjoyed writing and dreamt of being a writer myself ever since I first began to read. My father was a writer himself, and a part of me just really loved the idea of following in his very footsteps.
I just love the idea of being able to do what I dreamt of doing - no matter how long it'll take or how hard it'll be. The longer the road is to get to where I'm going, the better the destination will be.

Writer | Photographer | Adventurer

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