Painting Heartache

finding out your best was never good

enough and it hallows your gut and fills with

a tomorrow that tastes like dread as it

enters in against your will, now numb,

being beaten in the street for crimes

committed against yourself, bleeding clear

but they can see it with eyes full of pity

you never wanted. your strength walks

on feeble legs, shaking and falling down.

the color begins to fade from your dreams

and you become convinced that your fate

is a desolate path all the others will walk on

as they follow the map to bliss you etched

into your heart. the anguish feels like home.

you wrap your arms around the guilt

of wasting their time while you tried to matter.