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Strong
Where to begin on this horrible mess,
Where to even start?
Where to begin in transforming my stress,
Into a sorry excuse for art?
Harder and harder even faking a smile has become,
As each day just goes by adding more pain,
Making me feel more worthless, ugly, and dumb,
And a bunch of other things that I feel are too unimportant to explain
I could talk about what's bothering me and why,
But I don't want to bother anyone by doing so,
It gets to the point where all I want to do is disappear or die,
But the thought of someone having to clean up the mess stops me though,
Even those who say they care, don't enough to ask what's wrong,
And when it gets to that point how could honestly anyone stay strong?
Where to even start?
Where to begin in transforming my stress,
Into a sorry excuse for art?
Harder and harder even faking a smile has become,
As each day just goes by adding more pain,
Making me feel more worthless, ugly, and dumb,
And a bunch of other things that I feel are too unimportant to explain
I could talk about what's bothering me and why,
But I don't want to bother anyone by doing so,
It gets to the point where all I want to do is disappear or die,
But the thought of someone having to clean up the mess stops me though,
Even those who say they care, don't enough to ask what's wrong,
And when it gets to that point how could honestly anyone stay strong?
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