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.