Pathetic
A drought of mental warmth
Brittle, broken down bones
A foundation on the verge of collapsing
What kind of pathetic man is he?
Sick in the head, feeling half dead.
I hear he’s a loser, sluggish and lonely.
An unclogged hole pulling me further
sapping away strength with brute force,
leaving only a hollow vessel.
What kind of miserable face does he have?
Not an ounce of motivation in his body,
nor a drop of confidence.
I cannot cry, for all of my tears have been used
screaming is futile, no one can hear me.
Unable to reach out, I’m lost in exile.
What kind of depression does he carry?
He’s the weakest one here
A guy with not even one millimeter of muscle.
What kind of performance will he put on today?
Which mask will he chose
how many times will he lie about himself
I bet he’s sad and pathetic.
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