Pathetic Soul
i am a shell of a person with nothing surrounding me
i am hollow and bare and weak
i am a coward for not facing my most innate fears, confronting my realities and my fucking inevitable fate
i am the middle of july, where everything starts pouring
out of my grave now, but I am bound to reach there
i am the epitome of sorrow, surviving by numbing it all
i crawl my way out of the shackles i've mindlessly borrowed
expectations and experiences- everything an increasingly heavier pill to swallow
and I am left again to deal with it, to give little pieces of my heart away in return for candies and cakes
i maybe don't deserve love so im here to part ways
a side character that gets a chapter to their name only when they're dying in the ink of the next page
i always thought of me as empathetic
but when you remove the first syllable
maybe what i really am is cursed all the way?
maybe im just a shell of a person, a pathetic soul astray.


















