Untitled. Poem by zerozero fiftyseven

Picture this, you're sitting in your room and you have nothing to do but you have so much to do. Your rooms full of dishes and laundry and your homework's still in your bag begging you to look at it. But you just want to use minimal effort, listen to songs with lyrics you can relate to, watch movies about people like you, people who want to kill themselves too. And it's not that you want to kill yourself, you just don't want to live anymore, you don't want to see the same pile of clothes untouched on the floor. You don't want to feel like the same failure you've felt like for years and its not that you dont talk its that no one else hears. So you reach out to people without telling them what's going on, you just ask them what's new and they say nothing, everything's the same and you say, me too, i'm just messaging because we haven't spoken in a while. And you watch them go away again and you're on your own with nothing to do except watch movies or listen to songs about people like you, people who want to kill themselves too.