I thought it would be okay
That I wouldn't cry
I found out pretty soon you wouldn't care if I did
I gave it my all
But the chasm inside me keeps me from being happy
Maybe I'm not deserving of love
That my pitiful existence is only for others entertainment
If it is are you finally happy?
Did it bring warmth to your cold heart?
Did I finally make you smile...
I'm tired of living
Breathing seems like a chore
I wanted to be happy
I finally am.
Well.
I was.
Then you made me feel so fucking worthless
Like what I did wasn't enough
No surprise there
Nothing I ever do
Is ever
Enough...
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrymy first story on here had a *rhyme scheme* but I usually do free verse so here you go