I Am Rejection
I am rejection in the form of no one wanting..
I feel a wreck I was already in the tank,
now within last few days I've found new depths of sad
and catatonic almost half dead existence.
I still can feel all the lonely hurt inside.
Yet somehow curiously feeling somehow a bit detached.
Either way the tears of my rejected soul,
let know rest will never be a aging in your life a peaceful guest.
Just endless typing.
Tons of endless searching for nothing,
on the same sites over and over caught in a spin cycle.
I haven't laughed in three days,
only cracked a smile or two.
Have barely eaten in a week.
I guess my constant fumbles that lead to my rejections,
are finally wasting me away,
in my inability now to care of even trying another day.
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