I'm pathetic,
I'm worthless,
I can't even be sympathetic,
I'm hopeless,
Everyday I lie awake,
Thinking of my possible fate,
I can no longer endure ,
Being nothing but a failure,
So I take this knife,
And glide it across my skin,
The blade is my life,
It has always been thin,
I've bled and I bleed,
Because I can't seem to see,
That I always feed,
The negative in me,
So call me stupid,
Shut me down,
I am wounded,
But I never have a frown,
I hide it with ease,
Fake smile on my face,
But it's all just a tease,
There is so much more underneath.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust some poems I created in my spare time. This is amateur work and I will no longer be posting my poems on here. I'll be creating a new "book" to post my more current poems in