Just A Little
Everyday I hate myself a little more.
My money bleeds out of my pockets.
The smile that rests on my face is forced.
The rolls on my body, every time I look, seem bigger.
I am not unhappy.
Or at least...
I don't think so.
I could care less but I care very much.
Apathy?
Disinterest?
I am a rock slowly sinking, down, down, down.
I feel like I'm nothing but I want to be.
Motivation seems hard to come by, if at all.
And I am left wanting.
Just a little.
Just a little more.
More.
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