Poems About My So Called Life

Wrong

~Wrong~

Everything I do is a wrong decision, she constantly tells me I'm not living, the path that she truly wishes I'd take.

But I feel I'm only one big mistake, If I could, I'd erase myself from here.

I wouldn't have to live this fear.

I also wish I could be skinny, and happy, fun and pretty.

Instead, I look at myself in the mirror, disappointed in the reflection that appears.

It's hard to live when you don't love who you are, wishing that you could just change it all.

Everyday I make a mental note:

How much would I be missed, if I decided to go?

And how much hurt makes me lean towards the edge is slowly creeping up the hedge?

How much longer can I last?

Before my life becomes one of the past.

(Not mine)