Drip… Drip… Drip

The tears flow freely and you watch the blood drip drip drip from the gaping, jagged maw, falling in a congealed pool at your feet, staining your clothes and your carpet.

You don’t fit in.  Your face doesn’t fit.

You are stupid.  You have no place here.  You are an annoyance, a bug, a festering pustule on the face of humanity.  You are not wanted, not needed.  Surplus to requirements, past your expiry date.  You are a leaking tap, a broken boiler, a car that will not start on a cold winter day.

You are a nothing, a nobody, a piece of flotsam in the river of life. 

You are pointless, pathetic, an automaton with defective programming, long since surpassed and superceded.  A mouth that only opens to swallow yourself whole. 

You are a stain on an expensive suit, a broken mirror, a blocked drain, a mosquito on a hot summer night, a watch that no longer tells the time, a phone that no longer rings.  You are everything and nothing and all that lies between.

You do not care.  You just bleed.