Category: Writers Block
If I lay here long enough will I find the answer I've been looking for?
After I find it will my search be over or will I hunger for more?
Is it hatred for myself or am I terrified of who I am?
People judge me, how could they? I don't know them.
If my reflection burns my eyes is it because I am ugly
Or just because I am ashamed of who I will be
Am I destroying myself? Or am I making myself new
life is falling out of my hand and before long I'll be through.
Once I am done wil things be different or will I always be like this
I fear for the worst but take joy in my agonoy and distress
I feel I should be punished in the most horrible way possible
I believe this would would make me beautiful and humble
How wrong could I be?
This will always be me?
I am only fooling myself if I believe better than that
I walk in my own house and I am not worthy of the mat.
My tesrs like acid on my face
Everytime I hurt, not trace
I will never show weakness but on the inside I am breaking
This could even be my las breath I am taking
I dont care
I'm not there
I don't want to be here
I never listen with my ears
I will never be good enough for them
So what is my option
I gotto go
Love you much but life is old.
i like your writing, jen.
always conjurs up so many images
dam! good job! I think you meant to put agony, tears, and last breath. and why'd you put would twice in the same sentence? just wondering, but loved it! dark and somewhat depressing, but hey its good writing!