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Poetry

A compilation of poems written by Kimberley (me). Note the title is not a theme but it represents what these poems mean to me.

Inadequate

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by listless27

Self Pity,

like blood flows through my veins.

Stupid,

a word imprinted on my brain.

Imperfect,

that’s me in every way,

useless to the world always.

Senseless and weak,

are words that describe me.

So foolish and purposeless,

that I can only make a mess.

Dumb and ugly,

Even in personality.

Maybe I should be omitted from reality.

Maybe I should give up on life.

Instead of trying to live, try to die.

And my only reason why,

Is that I am too inadequate to survive. . .

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Sometimes that's all we can feel, if we let ourselves feel...