I'm Totally Fine... Really Guys

Kill me. Please. You should be able to find my IP.
Use it to get me out of this fucking cell

Cells are organisms that                                                                                    separate and break

Pathetic organisms
Pathetic humans
I wish to dream
But I can't
Because of
Pathetic organisms

Here
                    Is
This
                  Worthless
Poem
                      Yet
Dies
                      In Birth


Building conjectures that aren't really there
In society nobody really will care
In the end we are filled with despair
As we fall into disrepair
But it doesn't really matter if we don't care
For in the end it isn't really there
And so we fall in     to       disrepair
And our words falter in despair

A bind. A tie. A knot to end my life.
A rope. A noose. One step closer.

Kill
  Me
Please
  Don't
Let
  The
SKY
fall.

Fucking muted
Fucking diluted
Nothing even matters

I wish on a star
But then I see it's too far
My own self I mar

Bright-
Yet-
I-
See-
It

In the end we all fall irresolute to the ground
none of my words mean anything anyway
then they break me. then they hurt me.
end of the end, end of the road.
we fall to the weather
all of us simply are rejects in this hell
die in heaps as failures

The lantern shines
It shows my ass
I wipe the poem with it
Hope you enjoyed it.
It isn't worth it
It isn't it anymore
What is it?
How is it?

The words mean little.
Don't try to read into it.
It just is a worthless poem.
Written to be ignored.
Written to be hated.
Written to be unloved.
Written to be a failure.
Written to be something to relate to.

I TRIED TO DRAW
I TRIED TO CHANGE
I TRIED TO BE HAPPY
I HAD TO KILL IT
I AM ASHAMED OF MYSELF

I WRITE BUT IT GOES NOWHERE
SO WHY AM I EVEN WRITING IN THE FIRST PLACE?

HAPPINESS
SUCH A SIMPLE WORD
SO WHY IS IT
SO HARD TO OBTAIN?

PEOPLE TRY TO HELP ME DRAW
PEOPLE TRY TO HELP ME CHANGE
PEOPLE TRY TO MAKE ME HAPPY
PEOPLE'S MOTIVATION IS KILLED
AND THEY ARE LEFT WITH SHAME

Just be happy they say
Just be happy they say
Just be happy they say
Just be happy they say
Just be happy they say
Just be happy they say
Just be happy they say
Just be happy they say
Yet I can't be happy
Then they tell me to go to therapy
Yet I can't go to therapy
So they tell me how to fix that
And now all I can do is wait

I should like myself
but I don't
Yet I don't know
What I want

So why am I even writing in the first place?

Worthless existentialism by a faded visage
Try to contemplate his image, but see a mirage
In the end it was all just an illusion
I eat the glass to destroy the delusion
Comprehension becomes faded
As the image is eradicated
The countenance is still ingrained
Inside my mind reality remained
Until seen that flitters due to odd juxtaposition
I am imprisoned as the glass gains remission

So why am I even writing in the first place?

I should like myself
But I don't
So why am I even writing in the first place?

Soap, toast, antellope, constellation, cease
Remove, erradicate, broken, severed, dream
Hope, lust, evaporate, indusrius, boop
Sentimentalism, drivel, meaninless, eight, it

Try to speak but the words are shit
So what was the point in the first place
Try to hear but the words are shit
I don't belong in this place
Try to see but the words are shit
And nothing could ever take its place
Try to speak but the words are shit
And I am tired of tasting shit