Life sucks By Abby Rose Wise

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I won't be on on weekends or in the summer.

Life sucks

I might as well go to hell

No one will care

People don't know me

Or how much life sucks

No one can love me

I am so fat and ugly

I can't live a life

That I don't fit in

I am a disappointment

With a lot of problems

Why can't my asthma attacks kill me?

I don't deserve to live

I rather go to hell then live

Death sounds so much better than life

Life sucks so much

Can't live with in empty feeling

That's why life sucks so much.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Abby Rose Wise (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 27th, 2023 12:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments7

  • NinjaGirl

    I'm sorry life is hard. I hope it gets better ❤️

  • Abby1234

    I hope so too.

  • BlessedbyGod

    Don't say that Abby, you are a beautiful girl and a beautiful soul, you are not fat ugly nor a disappointment, and whoever tells you otherwise doesn't deserve you,I for one am extremely thankful that I met you, and feel that you are a blessing from God

  • James Michael

    Life’s a roller coaster without a seatbelt. Just hang on for dear life. Do not let darkness consume your essence.

  • -The poet in me

    My life has sucked,
    Ten thousand times.
    Where I wished I weren't alive.

    God knows I prayed,
    To Him, each day.
    And I'm thankful that I survived.

    What I went through.
    He and I, each knew.
    So He put a poet inside of me.

    Mrs. Abby Rose Wise,
    Just does not realize,
    All the Potential in you, He sees.


  • -The poet in me

    P.S.

    You are absolutely beautiful !
    I see my daughter inside of you.

    She shared her fears
    Throughout the years
    And I watched her as she grew.

    Times that'r hard
    Are like playing cards
    You have a hand that you are dealt.

    Lessons learned
    Are being burned
    Now she's proud of what she felt.

    So we live our lives
    and each have tried
    To sow some seed on fertile ground.
    But God alone
    Knows what was grown
    From those seeds we cast around.

    From butterfly wings
    Comes powerful things
    From deep inside each single storm.
    So those forgave
    By He who saves
    Is best decided by who's informed.


  • Abby1234

    Thank you. I just don't want to feel like this anymore. I am tired of hiding my feelings, but I can't let anyone know. I miss my dad, but I can never see him again. I'm not allowed to see my father because of what he did to me. Always being rejected, always being abandoned, always being bullied. I'm tired of all this. I'm sorry if I hurt everyone Thank you. I just don't want to feel like this anymore. I am tired of hiding my feelings, but I can't let anyone know. I miss my dad, but I can never see him again. I'm not allowed to see my father because of what he did to me. Always being rejected, always being abandoned, always being bullied. I'm tired of all this. I'm sorry if I hurt everyone who met me.



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