Why.
Why is it that no matter what I do when it is never enough?
Why is it that despite my best efforts I always fall short?
Why is it that I can break and bleed and sweat and cry and no one seems to care?
Why is it that someone can do the same thing I did and get praised when I got ridiculed?
Why.
Why did I ever trick myself into thinking that I would be enough?
Why did I believe the lie that I was worth something to this world?
Why did I break my spine and will to please an uncaring world?
Why did I sacrifice who I was for a soulless society that would take until there was nothing left?
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Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
