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I sit alone in my room.
I stare blankly at the wall.
I have blood shot eyes.
I have tear stained cheeks.
I think empty thoughts.
I wish for impossible things.
I cry at a drop of a pen.
I hate how my body looks.
I hate how empty I feel all the time.
I know that I am causing others pain.
I believe that I should be dead by now.
I know how many people hate me.
I think there are many people that would like it if I died.
I hope that one day I will be better.
But let's face it.
I know that I will never get better.
I stare blankly at the wall.
I have blood shot eyes.
I have tear stained cheeks.
I think empty thoughts.
I wish for impossible things.
I cry at a drop of a pen.
I hate how my body looks.
I hate how empty I feel all the time.
I know that I am causing others pain.
I believe that I should be dead by now.
I know how many people hate me.
I think there are many people that would like it if I died.
I hope that one day I will be better.
But let's face it.
I know that I will never get better.
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