A (messed-up) brute has my heart

Friends have run my self esteem dry

That stranger smiling through the dust,

he has got my eye. 

My parents have lost my respect 

My teachers have taken my hope

Daily, the earth takes the life out of 

my stride and makes my shoulders slope.

Gravity takes my tears

I am completely (terribly, tragically) empty-

I can't help but end each day with,

"what is left for me?"

The hollow shell (of bone and dread)  that is myself

tears when I hear the

laughter of those who should not be

laughing without me.