I'm not doing it for you
I'm not doing it for me
I'm doing it for the things
I wanted us to be.
I cried myself to sleep last night
All of them tears of red
Because there was only one thought in my mind
I just want to be dead.
Feeling like a whore, a slut
Someone not worthy of life
Why am I doing this to myself?
Do I want to go back to the knife?
I don't want to lose you
I'll die if I do
There won't be any hesitation
I'd kill myself for you.
Stupid, worthless, slut
Bitch, evil, geek
These are names
I call myself, 'freak'.
Can't I believe just for once
That I'm allowed to live
That I can take just for once
Rather than always willing to give.
The mutterings of a teenage mind
Lost, depressed, confused
But I'll be okay in the end
After all, I'm only bruised.
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My Poems: The Story of Your Life? [Completed]
Poetry[COMPLETED] My first collection of poetry. There are 50 poems: I hope you enjoy it. It was the story of my life. Is it the story of yours? Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterfly