Once again I have been pushed aside
I am not necessary
There are others who are far better
Prettier
Skinnier
Funnier
Smarter
Everyone exceeds me in every way imaginable
I cannot help but to be me
Something so imperfect, disgusting, worthless
Something so pathetic
As I watch all of these perfect beings get what is owed to them I wonder,
When will it be my turn
My turn to get what I deserve and to get what is owed to me?
But then I realize that if I got what I deserved I would receive nothing
I would still be this sad, wretched soul
I would still be me
- r.b.
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The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl
PoetryHey guys it's Raven, please vote/comment if you enjoy these poems? I wanna know if I'm trash at this or not. Thanks lovelies, stay strong af
