I need everyone in my life way more than they need me.
I just feel like all the crumpled up cigarette filters that are piling up in the storm drains.
I get to experience the feel of a million beautiful lips but in the end it doesn't matter.
I wind up tossed away to rot on the side of a road collecting the dirt from everyone's abused footwear.
I'm not okay.
I'm not fine with any of the things going on in my life but I don't have the courage to change it.