Everynight, I think to myself, "Am I really worth it?"
Am I worth what has been given to me?
I know people say you're worth a lot, but am I really?
It's a constant war of me fighting myself
I have thoughts, actions, and wishes
Everytime I think i'm winning, I fall down
Down, and down, and down
Why am I losing?
Why am I like this?
Why can't I beat it?
The pain is slow, long and excruciating
The war is hard
I have a bucket I must keep
The water goes there
I must keep it down in the bucket
Or else it will spill
But I don't know how much and how much longer the bucket will hold
Before everything spills
A flood has yet to come
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I AM ANALISE
PoesíaI AM ANALISE The story pertains to thoughts and feelings I feel on a day-to-day basis but put into Analise's perspective. The thoughts have a theme on when you are feeling your lowest but in the generality, it is just random thoughts based on that...
