"I understand."
You don’t.
You don't understand the self hatred I have for myself.
You don't understand how it feels to be constantly compared
To someone you will never become.
You don't know what it’s like to lose yourself.
You don't know what it’s like to feel as though you're a failure
And you don't know what it’s like to know that you're different
And constantly reminded of your fault by your own mind .
If I could cut off my head I would,
Because the more I think,
The unhappier I am.
I'm convinced that’s why people hang themselves.
The head is a source of;
Power,
Knowledge,
And Control,
But also Destruction.
You don't know what it’s like to be so desperate and so tired of who you are
That you just want to quit
And i hope you never have to experience the mental and emotional pain that I have.
That is exactly why you don't understand
- Not Mine. -
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My Dark Poems
PoetryTitle says it all. - They are not all dark, either. - And there is a few scary stories I found. Note: None of this is like, personal, or true, I convert my anger and depression into these poems. Some have meaning, others don't. Also there is a slig...
