emotional poverty

i feel so poor, not in class but in life. i am unhappy, i am hungry. i ache of undefined longing for months on end i fantasize about the end of the world. i let myself get run through by knives and men and hurt because i am poor. not in class, but in life. i am a sad blue girl full of water, and every single day, the water gets too much and it pours through my eyes. it is because i am poor. not in class, but in life.