Pathetic is what I feel
Crying when things aren't real
Hoping for some sort of help
But all I get is
"The cause of your pain is yourself"
I know it's myself
The root of my pain, not heart felt
At least by others
I wonder how others would feel
If they too were made fun of by their mothers
If they too drink the words said by poisonous mouths
Their mind not caring how foul
Perhaps the fault lies in the mind
Because no matter how many times I put myself together
My mind continues to drink and I always come unwind
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
