I'm not crazy cuz i take the right pills every day.... I wish.

[misskatieiscool]

these people surround me
a swirl of contentness and tattoos on their bodies
their tattos signify
they've been here before
the ink in their veins means they know the way

i stand in this empty wooden house
full off soiled solo cups and drunken useless bodies
smoke swirls through the air, tainting what is already gone.

I am lost. I am empty. I am alone.
It is a feeling that sucks you up a like a vacuum
I am nothing but a particle of dirt
in this room of so called perfect life.

i wish to be more.
Something that sparkle and shines
that draws others like a fly to a light.

But i am nothing but used space.
Two feet on a floorboard.
A breath of oxygen meant for someone else.

I escape unseen.
to a room that is cold and the pure defintion
of alone.

my rooomate spits out meaningless apoligies
sounds she can barely hear that bounce off the tounge.
none of my friends have responded to text.
the late hour is no excuse for their ignorance.

i will fall asleep alone.
wishing i were someone else
and dreaming dreams
that are pure opposites
of this hellish reality.

is this what i deserve?
Is this how things will end?

Do i even need to ask such questions anymore...