I work so hard
I try to please
But I only make people mad
I wish I could just end this suffering
But when I try I'm stopped
My stomach tightens when I hear his name
I wish I had made him happy
I try to get over it
I really do
Every time I see him he's with her
It's hurts
Why was I not good enough
Why couldn't I do anything right
Well of course no one wants to be with a depressed and suicidal girl
One who always hides
I try to hide from the pain
From all my problems though I know I can't
It's a struggle to get by
A struggle to continue living
Uncle Elmer might die
Lost aunt Cindy
I lose everyone
Soon my mom will die too
I can't handle this pain
I'm expected to not cry
To hold it all in
I'm only 16
Don't make me do this please
It's a struggle
- Author: Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 28th, 2018 19:43
- Comment from author about the poem: basically how i'm struggling with things but i know there are people who go through worse
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
- Users favorite of this poem: Mads
Comments1
This is a beautiful expression of a terrible thing. Bravo
thank you
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