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i am worthless
i am not asking for any sympathy
this is no sob story
i don’t believe my story even matters
i hope these words disintegrate with my every thought
i have no right to any emotions
when others have had theirs stripped
why should I care for myself
when others have yet to be cared for
i have a broken heart
i have broken a heart
my cerebrum tells me so
there is no escape in this wicked world
from it’s scintillating blindness
optimism is an oxymoron
it is like saying negative zero

-JG

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