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Apr 2013
I Hate Myself For Been So Dumb,
For Making Everyone Around Me Feel Like ****,
For Finding Comfort On Bullying Someone Else.
I Take Everything As An Insult And That ****** Me Off,
I Want To Rip My Head Out And Let Me Rot Into Pieces,
I Am Not Worthful For Anyone, An Invisible Corpse.
The Love I Once Held In My Heart Is Gone And I Have Nothing,
I Cry Myself To Sleep Even If I Dont Have To,
Is Just The Way I Feel In Me,
I Am Always Hurting My Mother,
I Wish I Could Just Leave.
And Everyone Could Be Happy.
Written by
Becka Estrada  United States
(United States)   
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