drowning

when you are forgotten
drowning
when you are blind to everything
except your uselessness
when the absence of your self-worth
becomes all too unbearable
when paper cranes ignite no hope
and shame cripples you for
bothering with self-pity
when each ounce of oxygen
you suck down only adds to
this titanic and cringeworthy
embarrassment

and even though it seems unwise
your mind can’t stop circling
toying
with the idea of ending

remember: at this very moment
your pathetic squalid
and intensely arbitrary
existence
is the sole and entire reason
that your ancestors lived
at all.