He called me useless.

He called me useless. An animosity that pretends 

to be hidden.  He called me useless 

with the mediocre love he gives. He called

me useless when other people are full and 

cup overflowing from the love they get when

I feel like a leaf that is pale because the plant 

can't ever crawl enough to the hidden sunlight 

he refused to budge from. Now, I look desperate. 

In your eyes I look dull. 

Now, I hope to sleep. Never to wake. 

For I am happy with the peace of nothing.

Don't be sad for this has always been my dream.