Why is it that I'm never enough?
My sadness overtakes my head.
On the outside I act real tough;
On the inside I'm crying, whimpering for love.
Yet all I get is torment and memories of when shit was rough.
My heart aches,
My stomach lurches,
My body shakes,
I've tried the churches.
Nothing helps anymore...
Nothing makes me feel like I'm whole.
I can't be who I want to be without seeming a whore.
This lifestyle takes a toll
And it's becoming a large distraction.
I don't want to handle this anymore,
But I know I will have to.
The thought alone shudder a me right to my core.
I don't want to feel like this anymore.
But I'm strong and I'm kind
I will never leave those I love behind.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a 17 year old
PoetryJust some things I've thrown together while in a sad moment. I'm not too good at these but they help me release.
