drunk.

im drunk.

and it doesnt matter.

i dont matter.

no one cares.

i dont care.

im like a stupid

w arpe d

tupperware

waiting to accept the next filling

of leftover slime

that no one

really wants..

and anyone can take.

and the cruel part isnt-

that im just

some receptacle

of disposable,

nasty,

interchangeable

poison..

its that

you put me here

and opened me up

to receive

that hell

of eternal

damnation

while you

wait

for nothing

and i get-

my

worth.