Darts

I don't really feel like putting
Words on a page, unfocused ball putting
Crying
But the tears don't mean anything
Numb
I am excited over unexciting things
Because I am tired

I am not worth it
or so it feels.
or so it feels
or so it feels.

Typing becomes a joy
Reading becomes a song
I am cold.

Look at the sky
No, it's all city lights now
distractions
sleep.

Type one more time
And pray it'll be okay
But you know it won't
You've tried.

Scream but no one hears you
It isn't that their ears are deaf
It's that you've got no more voice inside you
It's a hollow mess

But there must be more
Than the grimy nothing
Within the pain, something else coming
There must be more.

Every moment is a dart
That flies right at you