I never knew why everyone left.
Is it something I did?
Is it something I said?
Is it something about me?
I'm so tired.
I don't wanna do this anymore.
I don't wanna feel this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
Maybe I wanna give up.
Maybe I wanna stop trying.
Maybe I've given up.
Maybe I've stopped trying.
I've sat and watched everyone go,
I've tried to understand why.
I've tried improving myself,
I failed.
I'm too boring.
I'm too dumb.
I'm not funny enough.
I'm not exciting.
YOU ARE READING
demons
PoetryI want to be beautiful, too. -M.R c.2015 *** a/n: this book is about two years old now. it's some of my old writing that i'd thought i'd keep published so i can see how i've progressed. if you'd like some newer poems, i've got more recent poetry boo...
