Poems by the depressed..

why

Why do I even try anymore? I know im forgetful especially when I have a million things on my mind, but am I really not trustworthy because I am forgetful.  Ive never felt more hurt, I cease to believe my worth . I fail to see the purpose of arguing, when all it does is hurt. I feel like I'm just wasting everyone's time, mainly the man that I had fallen madly in love with. The man who has enough of me to break my heart over and over again.. I am not perfect,  nor have I ever claimed to be.