Why can't I be a good girl?
Why can't I do what I'm told?
Why must I be so rebellious?
Why? Why?! Why?!!
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Just a reminder
That I shouldn't exist
All I do is cause trouble, pain, & misery
What's the damn point for me to live another day
If all I cause is so much regret & grief
6 feet below is where I belong
Out of ppl's way
I just take up space
I'm nothing
So y don't I just disappear?
No one will notice
The few who knows me will only miss me for a little while
So what's the point of my existence?
I try my best to do whats right
I try to make the ppl around me happy
Despite my well being
But no matter how much I try
It'll all come back times 10
I'll just loose my sanity
Loose my hope
Loose my faith
I'll just fall deeper into darkness
& my inner demon will take over
So what's the point?
Why am I here to cause such grief & pain?
I should just disappear & get out of ppl's way
I am nothing but an object that takes up space
I belong 6 feet below & no where else
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The Arts of the Silvery Red & Other Poems
PoetryPoems of a start of something beautiful & a sad tragedy. Poems thats from my heart & soul.