unt

I sit on the regular corner of the room
I'm in it as much as I am it
Empty spaces fill the place
So there's nothing blocking my failed eyes
To look straight at you
Playing with that short, cut hair
A movement so beautiful 
It feels invasive for a while
To see all of that human nature 
In somewhere so vapid
Feels like a grave
I start staring at my wrists 
I move my hands
My head is fed with worms
It is
never
happy
ning