i don’t need
to feel special
i just need
to prove myself
wrong

a slow drip
ripples
across onyx
placidity

on cold evenings
like this
i curl up into
a ball and sob
for the things
i am thankful for
yet cannot convince
myself i deserve

i never stop bleeding
can you imagine
always covered in
crimson trails of
utter insignificance
a human hemorrhage
flush with anticoagulant
leaking the best parts
onto the bedsheets
to leave a heart shaped
stain in the matress

no
i don’t need
to feel special
i just need
to shut
the fuck up

a shudder
goes through
the ebon pool
obscuring
the moon
sleeping deep
in the depths