does it get better

Sick of the misplaced stupidity, the broken

ties of useless lies spewed at me

is there a place for a moment

of silence, of surrender from the sunken

misery that dwells in the soul

bottom feeders nibble for half truths

because a whole might stuff their throats

i’m just so tired, so tired

of being overlooked and forgotten

that when somebody wants to be near me

when a certain someone says she really cares

i don’t even believe

why do I expect so much? so little?

is my soul a sieve? my spirit certainly strained

and my heart is a desolate cave

waiting to be filled not with wealth

but the promise

that somehow

this gets better

I get better