Reality sucks and
it continues to ruin
my life.
I wake up everyday just
to wish I wasn't alive
anymore.
I can never go one day
without getting judged or
one day without being
put down.
I always feel
worthless and useless.
I am ugly and I'll never be good enough.
So, I'll go home and
sit alone in my room
blasting music so no one
can hear me crying as
I let my wrists bleed red.
I'm tired of living my life,
everyone thinks I'm so strong
so no one will ever ask me, "what's
wrong?" They probablt don't even
care about me anyway, they're
just curious.
YOU ARE READING
The Way I Feel
PoesiaThe Way I Feel is a story is made of many different poems I wrote. Poetry helps me express my feelings better than just trying to talk to someone about them. I hope you enjoy them and make you keep wanting to read more!
