What will it take for me to be worthy?
A fake smile?
A dead laugh?
Lifeless Eyes?
Will I ever be good enough to you?
What accomplishments will I have to Achieve in order to gain a proud look?
Be rich?
Sell my soul?
What about just plain dying?
Can you ever praise me?
How far must I stretch myself for that?
How much humiliation must I eensure?
how much guilt must I accumulate?
Who am I supposed to turn to?
Friends? I can't burden them.
Family? And be judged more?
Strangers? They get paid to give advice.
Maybe I should stop trying.
Maybe I should dive into black.
Maybe I should let the red vines that inhabit Me leak out and stain water.
Maybe I should fade away.
But even if I do all of these things I will never Be good enough.
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Melancholy Poetry
PoetryThis book is just for poems of mines. I just poetically portray my feelings and share them with whomever wants to care. These are all my thoughts, whether happy or sad or plain out mad. I have no set update times but I guess whatever feelings I want...
