nothing arrived

i am nothing to everyone

and the weight of that nothingness

feels like i am holding up the universe

on two bony shoulders and a curved spine

this greek myth

has me painted as atlas

i keep waiting for something to happen

something that will keep me here a little longer

that will make me feel a little stronger

that will take the pen out of my hand

as i begin my suicide note

and my apology letters

the weight of my nothingness

is a little too heavy

and my fingers are aching

my palms are slipping

i am being altogether crushed by my nothingness

so maybe i can be something

amongst the soil and the grass

i learned too soon 

that nothing good

ever fucking lasts.





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