Stay Useless

[NancyNutmeg]

Stay Useless

I'm so used to being useless.
The ninihilist's bliss.
It's tiring trying
to be anything more than this.

I was doing just fine wasting all of my time
until I misplaced my will to live.
Never far enough away to worry,
just far enough to try a bit harder.
That's why I've buried deep into the heartstrings
of my friends.
Entwined myself like a cocoon
into someone new.
Someone they couldn't live without
like a failsafe, so I can feel safe.
When I break free and fail to fly
and fall into the hands
that I have helped raise up to catch me. 

Still during the fall, I'll stall.
Regress to the nothingness
that I do best and find the floor.
Where I can be nothing more than useless.

This is a great topic for a poem, there is plenty you could flesh out on these fantastic self reflections. I really enjoyed the last line it very powerfully links to the beginning. I think some biting examples of reality could help flesh out this situation to the reader a bit more.