Fortune smiles upon the strong,
And I've known all along,
I'm only one of the weak,
I always hide and never seek.
Why am I so slow and fragile,
Instead of tough and agile?
I'm so very sad,
Is that really so bad?
I'm sorry that I'm not alright.
I'm sorry I gave up on the fight.
But the is pain so raw,
And no one ever saw.
Did you really expect me to try,
When all I wanted was to die?
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
