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 Share on other sites More sharing options...
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 Share on other sites More sharing options...
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 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lost2626 Posted February 13, 2005 Share Posted February 13, 2005 the poem is very expressive Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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