3. cool kids

staring at the ceiling

in my room,

falling to the pits

of my doom,

consumes me

as i pass the time,

trying to find

the right rhyme

but all i do

is fall in line,

nihilist,

i’m numb to it,

no more meaning

to my life,

used to be the guy,

but now

i’m not even worth

a side-eye,

barely worth it

to even wonder why.

lay awake

as i face

the music,

i’m not

one of the cool kids,

doing cool things,

making memories,

i’m holed up

in the house

while the lovers play,

they have their way

while i’m the one

with the price to pay,

staring out the window,

hoping for a better day,

my youth

getting thrown away,

don’t cry for me

‘cause i’m the one

that deserves the blame,

wasn’t worth the trouble,

i’m not fun enough anyway.

too much to take on,

give it a day or two

and i’ll be gone,

then everyone

will move on,

find a new song

and sing along,

always told

i was supposed

to be strong,

but i feel like

i can’t go on,

pain’s supposed to last

for how long?

the wave of life

still stringing me along,

land of the departed,

my mind’s been haunted,

get me off this,

sick of feeling exhausted,

one life offered

and i’ve wasted it,

how much more

can i author?

i’ve lost it.