In this space, I have nothing.

No home, no stone; 

everything is hollow.

Emptier than I've ever been, 

I waver between wanting life

And wanting to just end it.

How much longer can I stand this,

longing to burst out of this planet.

They say no man is an island,

then why have I been abandoned?

Life and its luxuries have left me 

stranded, and I struggle to understand it.

Wasted away on simpler days, 

I knew I should've saved 

happiness for days it rained,

instead I feel depraved.

Now I am but a spectator here,

a mere spectre; a speck of disaster.

A carcinogen soaked stain 

that is impossible to erase,

And as I pray for my fate to change,

I trace my footsteps back to a place 

devoid of pain. 

I am worthy of love,

i deserve to smell success,

i pnd regain the composure that helped me through storms that raged, but still I rise.

I am brave, I am resilient.  

I will make it through the thunder,

and rejoice for one more day,

without a single blunder.