Passenger

I'm surrounded by people who love me.
But they're distant.
I am essentially alone.

My soul lays in my loved ones.
But i am distant.
How essential am i?

Where are my lips but dry?

Lacking confidence, my low voice turns muttered.
What confidence can be conjured in constant failure?
If I've never achieved, what label earned can be, besides a failure?

I fight when I'm not lazy.
I am always lazy now. And then.
Fighting is tiresome i guess.

So many lessons learned.
Yet, unable to implement.
I've been rewarded with a fake smile.
:)

Will you listen to myself?
Will i listen to myself?
Why would you if i don't?
Where am i for me?

I wouldn't even know what to do with your help.
Immensely appreciative.

Long sighs and deep sighs with closed eyes and dry smiles.
Dry eyes and worthwhiles.
Sky charge my soul. Thank you.

Existing is odd.
I am blessed.
I am a mess.
It's all i know.

My feet plant thought.
I've lost my home.

I don't belong, and that's ok.
But I'm often lost in that way.

My words are easily found to write than speak.
I overthink.
And it equals nothing.

Zero is just a concept.