Drama Queen

Pain.
Fragile thing
To waste on the young
To waste on the sick
To waste on the poor.
Beauty
And absurd concept
To waste on the strange
To waste on the ugly
To waste on the skin.
Today I saw a peculiar sight
A woman crying over a man
Trying to heal a broken heart
With wine.
Like all the answers
Were at the bottom
Of that bottle.
I know exactly what
It's like to
Feel used
To feel wretched
To feel like nothing.
Don't pity yourself
Or anyone.
Your eyes are bleeding
Suffocated by the ugliness
That surrounds you.
No one ever to you
Or her
It was going to end like this...
But it did.
It always will.
Sorry excuses
For human lives
There is no future
It's an abstract
Concept that
Does
Not
Exist.