| Posted on August 19, 2016 at 3:55 AM |
Two months I was alone,
Two months they screamed at me.
So I'm worthless yeah?
A waste of yime,
A waste of space,
A waste of money.
I'm just a waste apparently.
Two months of this,
Everyday there's a problem,
Maybe it's just me?
Maybe I'm the one that's temporary,
Not my mind and how it's rotting.
I know what I am,
I know you know,
You don't have to remind me everyday.
I've accepted it all,
But I'm a watse that's also worthless
What a mouthful, how do you all scream it so often?
You can't see it can you?
How much I need to be there?
You can't see it can you?
How much I need these people,
How much I need all of them?
Why can't you see it's all coming back?
Can't you see in my eyes how broken I still think I am?
Why can't you see, it all never left?
I'm just like how I was, my mind still screams at me.
I have all of these questions, just beat the answers into me.
I cannot keep doing this.
I'm so sick of being the problem,
The mistake,
The failure,
Worthless,
A waste of space,
A waste of an existence.
I'm just sick of being me. And you not seeing, how much I need them all.
At least they all don't remind me how much of an issue I am...
-The Broken Poet </3
Categories: Bleeding Tears
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