Falling apart at the seams
    it seems my loose threads
are being quickly pulled
  in a thousand different directions
      my hope and inspiration
    bleeding purple on the pavement
violent violet to match the sky
  that cries out with rage when I try
      try and fail over again
    without a pen in my hand
I am nothing
  and even then
      I’m not even worth two pennies
    pressed between your indignant fingers
to rub together in mockery
  of my ever expanding library of failures

(Source: poeticallyundead, via poetdreamer)