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All you do is yell for no reason.
Sick in the head and sick of you when
All you do is yell for no reason,
Is it my fault I'm alive?
I'm here aren't I?
And sick of you acting as if I'm not good enough,
You complain because I didn't try,
But I did, I just wasn't heard,
Because I'm being weighed down by this crap,
Being dragged down by my heart,
Terminally alone, terminally bored,
Counting down days 'til I get out of here,
Shying back because I'm terrified,
Every day is just fake affair for the afraid,
Liar, liar, hidden, that's true,
I believed you again,
I possess nothing but a fake smile
And a fuck load of scars,
Attempts fail, so try, try again,
I was told that third time is the charm,
Third time failed, so I kept on trying,
Eventually, I gave up on that too,
Because that's all I'm good at,
And I'm sorry that you have me,
Instead of whatever I should've been,
Kill me, end this mess of a life,
Or just hand me the motherfucking knife,
Feel flames and blades and rotting flesh,
Fragile fingers, broken nose,
Injection needles scattered on a floor, more,
Burning my core,
You're a "girl", remember?