~Not Good Enough~
I help you through hard times, as do I.
But you really don't know how much I hide.
Even though we're the best of friends, I really don't think you'll understand.
I can't bare the hurt, I can't stand the pain, A feeling of numbness I can't explain.
This is a life in which I walk alone, full of hope shattered and broken. Always angry for no reason at all, constantly wanting to end this brawl. Fighting with myself again, and again, sometimes I want to end it all.
Mom's depressed but chooses to hide, takes out her anger on those by her side. Doesn't understand I try to help, she shuns me out, and hates instead.
Grandma's enduring an unstoppable fate, sickness has gotten her on the plate. It's sad to see such an innocent person become another cancer victim.
Too many friends are hurt as well, thinking that their life is he'll.
Too many friends wanting to stop, thinking suicide is the only option. But inside me is worst of all, I don't know how long I can stand tall.
Memories of happiness are shooed away, but horrible twisted thoughts to stay.
Nothing I can do can make her proud, there's no silver lining on her clouds.
I'm a rainstorm filled with dark black skies, and a haunting rainfall full of lies.
I'm trying so hard so I can be someone she can trust and love, instead she tells me I'm not good enough.
I can't talk to nobody, I feel like nobody understands.
So I pick up a paper and pen.
You see me smile, but if only you knew the things I hold onto, and just can't seem to let go what they put me through.
(Btw forgot to put a long time ago this one is not mine. I just felt it described so much)
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Poems About My So Called Life
Poesíapoems somewhat about me, how I am, And what I keep bottled up.