Here I lay with this pathetic life of mine; missing you, already,

my heart aching for you.

I'm prouder than ever of you all.

Maybe I am selfish for wanting so much of your time.

In fact, it's ridiculous.

I'm ridiculous.

I shouldn't be this way.

What way?

No way.

I am no way.

Just an empty barrel of sick and sad.

Do I ruin my loved ones in a way?

I often wonder that.

It slowly kills me internally...

not knowing my purpose.

I take unmotivated breaths after a failed attempt to uplift myself.

Why am I this way?

What way?

No way.

The voices that I hear want to slowly and strategically crawl their way back into my head with mumbles and murmurs that only fear can understand.

I want to cover myself up and bawl in the blanket of lonely tears and fright.

I suck for being this way.

What way?

No way.

I am no way.

No signal.