Failure

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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.

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