Why am I like this? Why do I feel like I'm imploding on myself. Why do I feel like screaming when people ask me how I am. Why do I have to feel like such a bad person why do I have to question every little thing that has ever been in my life it the decisions I have made. Why do I have to be like this . Why do I accept this ,when I could just end me. I just don't want anybody to miss me or feel sad. My wish is to wish all a little piece of happiness.
~E.M.C
A note from the poet/ writer:
I wouldn't call this a poem but I thought maybe some
Could relate And I just wanted to tell people that they aren't alone. Love, Emily aka dejectedpoetry stay strong sweethearts
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
