I sit here on my bed
Holding my stuffed animals
And crying to myself
I look pathetic
No, I am pathetic
Because I messes up
Again
Replaying everything I did wrong,
I realize I barely did anything right
It's always like that
Even one good thing doesn't matter,
Because I always make more mistakes
Than I don't
I sit here on my bed
Remembering how bad i felt
Remembering how mad you were
Remembering that i messed up again
I can do my best, and you don't
Seem to notice
I never get a "Thank you"
I never get a "You're doing a good job"
I never get a "It's ok, things happen"
Instead I always get a
"That's not acceptable"
"You're failing"
"What do you think you're doing?!"
I sit here on my bed
Begging God to fix me
To make me better
To make it so I never make mistakes again
To make it so I never let anyone down
If He has to, make me a whole
New person
Or get rid of me
If I wasn't here, I wouldn't make
Mistakes
No one would yell at me
No one would get mad
No one would accuse me
No one would hate me
I sit here on my bed
Not wanting to be crying
Not wanting to be breathing
Not wanting to be anything
Except for gone
- Author: Devorah (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 3rd, 2018 16:11
- Category: Sad
- Views: 24
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