my tank is empty today
unless a screaming banshee if a head ache counts
if so
i’m full to overloaded
stressed and depressed
roaming alone
everyone i know is either ecstatic or drowning
the drowning far outnumber the happy
use our hands to dance across the placid surface of the lake
we the forgotten
doomed to float just beneath the surface
can you see us here
mouths locked in rictus silent screams
do we exist in your joy
we of the shallow grave and weakly beating hearts
the unknown soldiers in the fight you seem to have won
i’d love to be one of you smiling victors
instead of painting on a grin and hoping no one sees my eyes
the streaking mascara is a fashion choice
not from tears
they say it’s lonely at the top
seems overcrowded at the bottom yet we’re still all by ourselves on these infinitely spreading plains of solitude
but if you trip
i’ll catch you
push you back onto your feet
you deserve better than this
i’ve marked out my kingdom of despondency
you should be in the sunshine
skating on happiness
it’s okay
i can see you
live vicariously through you
it’s enough
it has to be
Yep. I like to live vicariously through others too… I totally get it!
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