My Poems: The Story of Your Life? [Completed]

My Thoughts, My Problems

I'm not doing it for you

I'm not doing it for me

I'm doing it for the things

I wanted us to be.

I cried myself to sleep last night

All of them tears of red

Because there was only one thought in my mind

I just want to be dead.

Feeling like a whore, a slut

Someone not worthy of life

Why am I doing this to myself?

Do I want to go back to the knife?

I don't want to lose you

I'll die if I do

There won't be any hesitation

I'd kill myself for you.

Stupid, worthless, slut

Bitch, evil, geek

These are names

I call myself, 'freak'.

Can't I believe just for once

That I'm allowed to live

That I can take just for once

Rather than always willing to give.

The mutterings of a teenage mind

Lost, depressed, confused

But I'll be okay in the end

After all, I'm only bruised.