The bleeding pen...
Why me, why can't I be good
Why am I always making mistakes...
Though it kills my happiness, though it makes me sad, I'll always watch myself broken every time it happens...
Why can't I be good like other people
Why do I have so many weaknesses...
Why can't I be as disciplined as the rest...
My life is a mixture of jumbled dirt...
I have made mistakes, I'll make a mistake and I'll continue to make mistakes until I'm the best...I may not be the best, my heart aches when I get myself into trouble again...
Why am I so foolish, why can't I just get over making the same mistake...
Am I so dumb that my weaknesses can't be worked on...
These weaknesses disgrace me and I'll still summon courage as if all is well...This is my inner struggle, this is what I'm going through...
This is what is breaking me from inside...
This is my weakness, this is my sorrow...
I wish I were not created, I wish my life was without this...
I'm a bleeding pen...
~~penlord~~
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Sonic power
PoetryCollection of poems, thoughts and writings of a dangerous mind...