Amber. [A Poetry Book]

Useless

I'm useless.

Incapable of helping you

Even when you're feeling blue

There's nothing at all for me to do.

I try and I try

Harder than ever

In hopes of making you feel much better

But I fail.

And I fail.

And I fail.

Over and over again

Now a simple routine

And a broken machine

Struggling daily to make you feel pleased.

"Give up," they say. "Why do you try?"

It's because I can't stand to see you cry.

The tears that are streaming down your face

Are incapable of being erased.

And I don't know what to do.

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Hello, everyone.

Sad poem, I know. But I've been feeling like this a lot lately. It really sucks, but it'll get better eventually. It almost seems to be a daily struggle now.

Anyway, on a lighter note...

I published a new story! Check it out if you haven't done so already. That would mean a lot. It's called Seventeen Weeks.

Also, the picture above of a conversation via text is totally fake. I texted myself with my iPhone and iPad, that way I could illustrate what I'm going through while keeping the identity of the person this is directed towards a secret. I don't think he'd like seeing his messages on Wattpad.

He doesn't even know what Wattpad is, haha.

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