I cried my heart out last night.
kept awake by my own thoughts.
Why can't he see? that i care?
But also that i am not enough?
My tears fall for not helping.
what is my existence for?
if not to help others?
i keep failing, i keep falling.
I'm tired, tired of all the pain.
i want to get better.
I've broken myself beyond repair.
Is failing all there is to my life?

I just wanted to say thank you!
For being my cure!
For turning my mood around,
Whenever I felt blue.
You're like my own sun,
When everyone else is the flu.
Made things all better.
I owe everything to you!

Standing in a crowd,
Familiar faces all around.
With my headphones plugged in,
My own world I am in.
Sometimes I wonder if I shall smile once more..
Now you're probably wondering why I’m being such a bore.
Truth be told I’m not really sure...
Is there even a cure?
Or shall I go on like this
Until no one will miss,
My departure from this world into the next
Armed with nothing but some complicated text..
Where I shall stay forever more
Until my heart is not so sore.
Or is there another way
Than this terrible fate that makes up my day??

I **** at writing Poetry.
I **** at being me.
I **** at everything I do.
I’m a disaster…

I can’t walk without falling.
I can’t drink without spilling.
I can’t talk without stuttering.
I’m a freak…

I don’t do well academically.
I don’t do well physically.
I don’t do well emotionally.
I’m a failure…
Not to mention I’m mean,
And also moody,
And a wee bit mental too.
I’m weird.

Nobody remembers me.
Nowhere I go is ever home.
Nothing I do is ever good.
Yes, I’m a socio path…

But I have a good heart,
And I’m also a good listener,
and I’m also not a bragger.
So I’ll shut up now.