I am not sure yet
is life even worth living
it just seems pointless

They say he’s out there.
My prince.
Maybe in a hoodie,
maybe in a crown.
Maybe late.
Definitely confusing.

He’s not on a horse.
He’s probably on his phone.
Scrolling,
not knowing I’m waiting
like a plot twist.

I don’t want saving,
just someone who sees me
like I’m not background noise.

So I wait.
With sarcasm,
lip gloss,
and slightly too much hope.

Life seems to be dark,
with no hope
of light.
Dreams are more
beautiful
than
real life.

With my
weeping heart,
dipped
in the blood of
sorrow,
the petals of a
flower shed,
and what’s
left behind —
is the
dryness of sadness.

i wish lexapro made me feel better.
or at least numb.
anything but this hurt.