(Trigger Warning: Depression)
Am I stupid?
Is that the problem here?
Because it seems the only thing I can do
Is screw things up
For me and for you.
I try to concentrate.
I try to pay attention
But the only thing I get for my efforts
Is a voice in my head
That calls out
"What the hell are you doing?
Do you know how bad you look?
Are you trying to be an idiot?
'Cause that's all you ever do."
I know I screw things up.
I really try, I do.
But my effort always ends in
Glares and insults and hurt feelings.
What the hell is going on?
I couldn't tell ya.
Because all I ever do
All I ever will do
Is screw things up
For me and for you.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Poesie"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
