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Maybe
I can never be perfect.
I try so hard,
Yet I can't help anyone.
I’m a waste of space.
I’m told that I’m worth something,
But how is that true
When I can't ever seem
To help someone?
My friends have helped me so much,
But it seems that I can’t ever help them.
Maybe if I just stop bothering them,
Fade out of their life until I’m gone,
I won’t be a problem anymore.
Maybe that’s how I can help.
I try so hard,
Yet I can't help anyone.
I’m a waste of space.
I’m told that I’m worth something,
But how is that true
When I can't ever seem
To help someone?
My friends have helped me so much,
But it seems that I can’t ever help them.
Maybe if I just stop bothering them,
Fade out of their life until I’m gone,
I won’t be a problem anymore.
Maybe that’s how I can help.
Published 23rd Dec 2014
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