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Everything is so finite

I’m so expandable

Life isn’t infinite

It’s not even sustainable.

Sometimes the void swallows you whole

Sometimes it eats at you

Chips at you piece by piece

Until your insecurities ring true.

And in this emptiness I realise

I only have my own self

What a pitiful thought.

When one comes from a broken home

The foundation is always shaky

They go to a dug up tomb

Once their bones begin to feel quaky.

Exhaustion creeps at my bones too

Late in the night

Tightening my muscles

Until I catch a fright.

Do you ask yourself what the point is?

Why are we on this earth?

Or do you get swallowed up by the endless list

Of caricatured worth.

We’re like mice in a cage

For someone else’s enjoyment

A comedian on a stage

Except someone else inflicts our torment.