Could anybody love me
I don't understand how
I've pushed away loved ones forever
Why should I stop now
I feel useless, worthless and wrong
And I call myself a mother
How could anybody really love me
My husband, children and brothers
Are people worthless pieces of shit
I thought it was just a saying
Until I looked in the mirror
And that's who I was portraying
They say that life's a bitch
But I think that's me
I will dig my own grave
I'm my own worst enemy
Then I'll take it to my grave
I'll never tell a soul
Guess I'll be miserable until
I'm placed twelve feet below
There's just one thing I need
Place it on my tombstone tall
"Don't remember me as a bitch
because I always loved you all"
A contest entry
- Author Unknown # 3 "Untitled" by BluesMan.
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Your most harshest critic is always yourself. You have captured the void of gray and all the mental torment and anguish that dwells within it.
Thank you for entering my contest.
Bill
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