unexpectedvictim57 Posted February 12, 2005 Share Posted February 12, 2005 I am so weak I cannot even control myself. I thought thats what i was doing, But in reality, my cutting controls me. I couldn't control it If my life depended on it. I am meant to fail, I am worthless And fat And ugly. I should die. I have no purpose. I am full of shame, Full of guilt. I can't live like this much longer. Not if i can help it. It will never get better, And i don't deserve it anyways, So what is the point Of trying... of living? It doesn't really rhyme or anything and it kinda sucks but i got feeling out of it... what do you guys think?? Link to comment
Laura Ashley Posted February 12, 2005 Share Posted February 12, 2005 well, theres a lot of feeling in that. What made you write it? was it because u felt depressed or did it come from the top of ur head? Ashleigh Link to comment
unexpectedvictim57 Posted February 13, 2005 Author Share Posted February 13, 2005 ya i feel that way 24/7........ thats my life and why im talking to a therapist! lol........ but she doesn't know these things...... Link to comment
Lost2626 Posted February 13, 2005 Share Posted February 13, 2005 the poem is very expressive Link to comment
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