It's sad that I can only sleep three nights out the week. Sometimes I can't sleep at all. I have so much on my mind that it's impossible for me to just relax. Every night I find myself thinking about all of the things I could've done different. All of the things I wish I haven't done. All of the people I wish I never met. I don't know if I hate them, or myself more. It's hard to talk to anyone about my problems. Everyone expects me to be the smart one, the perfect one. I should learn from y'all mistakes but... I didn't. Now I live with so many secrets that I can't even imagine telling my own mother about. Only God knows the hurt that I deal with and I pray. I pray that he is makin me a way out of this life I'm living. This life is truly hell on earth to me. If you only knew, what I go through. Fighting a battle with yourself. Keeping your distance from others. Afraid to love another being. Afraid to love anything because deep down underneath my skin, behind my smiles, is pure hate. I hate everything about me. I try to be the best at everything I do because I know that I ain't shit. But it's true. I feel like I ruined my one chance at life already. They say people make mistakes all the time. But I wasn't supposed to make any. At least that's what I was told. I'm supposed to be... Miss Perfect.
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Spoken Word: My Poems and Thoughts
PoesíaMy Poems and Thoughts just like the title states. I just felt that I should share them with everyone. So read it and I hope you enjoy it. Give me feedback. I need as much feedback as possible. And leave topics to write about. I might get some ideas...
