God can't you see me,
really. I'm dying from all these obnoxious, negative feelings
deep inside me killing me slowly.
Aren't you the all mighty and powerful that do
anything and if you can do anything
why can't you help me,
me
I'm dying inside can't you see me
cutting myself, hurting myself
drowning myself in alcohol in order to feel numb
if you can really help anyone with anything
then why aren't you helping me?
huh?
You were suppose to help people
then why didn't you help me,
me.
YOU ARE READING
Life is Killing Me...
RandomThese are poems that I made of what I'm feeling or others might feel and for you guys/girls can read and relate to and if you guys/girls are having trouble I can write poems for you guys/girls. I'm here if you guys need anything, it doesn't matter i...
