i don’t know how i feel

sometimes not sure i do

all this hate surrounds me

and traps me in my room

to this end i’m hurting

others and myself

wouldn’t it be simpler

to reverse a wrongful birth

so i sit here and question

existence and my lot

others try to reach me and

i burn them cold for naught

this is pathetic

and my tears are seen as false

no matter what the consequences

i’ll live without a pulse