I hate when I feel like I'll fail.
When I have to leave everyone.
When I have to bail.
I don't want to disappoint, but it seems like all I do.
When did my life start to feel so pointless?
When did my motives become so meaningless?
The more I want to care, the harder it becomes.
What if I just gave up, and left everything on their own?
They could manage, I know they could.
But the question is, is it something they would?
My life is pointless, so I weep my goodbye.
Then I jump off the edge, and end my life.
I sure hate myself when I cry.
But, it won't matter when I die.
***Not planning on killing myself, I wrote this one a long time ago***
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Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
