Maybe I'm not worth shit.
Maybe I'm not perfect.
Maybe I'm not worth it.
Maybe my broken soul has finally faded.
Maybe there's no end to me being jaded.
I can't tell what I am worth anymore.
The more I achieve the more I feel like I have less.
These feelings consume me.
I don't know where to go from here.
Is this the end?
just not feeling worth it.
Want to just throw in the towel.
Tired and tired of being tired.
I've tried everything I could do to make it better.
In the end it just feels like no matter what I try it won't matter.
What do I do?
Where do I go?
Who can I go to when no one understands?
How did I get here?
Why am I still here?
This life of mine just has no worth. (to be continued)
- Author: Wolf ( Offline)
- Published: December 14th, 2021 20:49
- Comment from author about the poem: This piece just reflects a time in our lives when we question our worth for one reason or another.
- Category: Sad
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