I screwed up again,
And all you can do is complain,
About every single thing I did.
You complain how I wasted your time,
How I ruined the whole day,
Just because I made,
One little mistake.
Moments like these make me feel worthless,
That I can screw up that much,
It shows me that I do everything wrong,
When I try so hard,
To be accepted,
And even I fuck that up.
I can't do anything,
Without hearing criticism,
About why I shouldn't do that,
Instead I should be exactly,
How you want me to be.
Sometimes you make me feel so low,
That I feel like a burden,
A burden to life,
And in your eyes.
I bring down your happiness,
And ruin all of your great days,
Even though I don't mean to,
I always end up messing up.
Maybe I should just die,
Then I wouldn't be a such a burden to you.
YOU ARE READING
My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
