Sitting in a dark bathroom
Piss drying on my labia
Tears drying on my cheeks
Hating who I am
What I’ve become
How I got here
Why I got here
Hating my path.
Feeling useless
Worthless
Unloved
Unlovable.
I try.
I fight.
I strain.
I hurt.
I bleed.
It makes no matter.
It means nothing.
It only ends in darkness.
The same as yesterday.
The same eight hours
That I can’t finish.
The same 24 hours
Where I can’t sleep enough.
The same 7 days
Where I can’t feed myself.
The same 30 days
Where I let everyone down.
So here I am.
In a darkened bathroom.
Tears drying on my face.
Piss drying on my labia.
Hating who I am.