Her life is worthless,
She is worthless.
She used to have it all;
But it all just faded away.
She questions if anyone cares about her,
Knowing they all say "yes, I still do; i will always."
But she always wonders about the truth.
Her life is shit.
Yes, everyone complains about life...
But her life, its completly useless..
She used to cut to numb all the pain,
But now she sits and waits til its her time to fade.
She knows that it wont be soon,
So she sits and waits longer, and longer.
Shes obsessed with music,
Its the only thing that can save her.
Poems, writing, singing, anything to make her "happy".
She has no real friends, they all talk shit,
Saying she'll never get past it,
It meaning what happend last year..
But she says fuck them...
They arnt worth her time...no one is.
So, she will wait for jesus to come get her..
Or the devil..which ever, anything is better than this world.
Someone kill her.
Make her feel so much better,
Than she already is,
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow this is deeply morbily true alot of ppl feel this way all the time...i love your poem
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wow
i like it but it made my sad
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I sincerely hope this isn't a true story. From the point of view that it's merely a tale, it's written well and very raw. The repetition at the beginning helps to make it all-the-more intense. Excellent.
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