Regretting the past
Regretting the time I asked out a guy and got rejected
Regretting the time I tried to fit in among them and I was made fun of
Regretting all the times I failed in class and I was humiliated by my teachers
Regretting the time I tried to make friends and I was scorned like a wet stray dog
Regretting all the times I was laughed at when I tried to express my opinions
I should have remained silent
I should have stayed away from them
I should have locked myself in the room so they wouldn't notice me
I should have hid in a cave perhaps, until I ceased to exist
But I tried to make them love me
And they never did
And I attempted to make them love me over and over
And I got the same result over and over
And now when I lock myself in my room
And don't interact with them
And don't share my life with them
And don't t care about them anymore
And have no love for them
I am branded as the heartless one
I am branded as the one who's incapable of loving those close to her
I am branded as the lonely despaired one
What made you be this kind of person, they ask
Ignorant of their actions
Ignorant of how they're the ones that led me to this path
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The Path to Death
PoesíaThese are free verse poems that I have written when I was at my lowest point, trying to figure out what I want more, to love or to die. I am battling depression and maybe I will get better, maybe not. But writing down what I'm feeling lessens my b...
