If you're bored then you're boring
I'm lazy.
I'm empty.
I'm sad.
You wouldn't know it to look at me.
I'm moody.
And morose.
On the edge.
You'd only know it to watch the poisons drip from my lips, dry and cracked from inhilation.
Blood shot eyes and placid smiles that hold no substance but a brief self-medicated euphoria.
Friendships muddled by the drive to obtain and consume in the hopes to fade out the inadequacies surrounding.
Is it working yet?
Am I happy yet?
Am I safe?
In this hazy little bubble of smoke and unreality that dulls the senses and robs the mind of pursuit.
Am I good enough?
Do you accept me?
Am I everything you want me to be?
Lost dreams float about and plans long ago forged slip away from grasping hands.
Fizzled out and dependant on a plant.
Disappointed and discouraged.
Dissatisfied.
Discontent.
Down-trodden.
Tell me I'll come out the other side of the abyss and be alright.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me I'll be fine.
Make me believe.