Worthless

Sometimes I don't know why

I fight to

Stay anymore.

It just doesn't seem worth it.

To be

wasting

the time of

others

with my life.

Everything is

blurry.

From.

The constant stream of tears.

That flow.

Throughout the day and night.

My pain is

Unbearable.

I am hit,

by a new wave of pain.

Everyday.

Everyday,

I face the reason for the pain.

Everyday i see it,

burns horribly.

Every part of my

heart

is sore,

aching,

And no where near bing numb.

Reviews

[Correspondence]

"Everything is blurry/From/The constant flow of tears" This poem is so deep and true to me. It sometimes makes me sad when I read pieces this raw and truthful, but then I go and look at my own writing and realize mine are just as sad. If you need anything; I'm just a mail send away :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Listen to me you are not worthless
If ever you need to talk talk to me
I liked your poem keep up good work it was raw honest sad no one is worthless

[Amy]

Your poem is so deep and powerful, and it was written with nothing but the harsh truth. I hope you'll get through your obstacles, and find the light at the end of the tunnel.

[Lavi]

This isn't really a good coping method but it's one I used to use that would get me through the days when I felt the worst and wanted to just stop, the way to be numb: Let your life flash before your eyes in a rewind, self-reflect but don't do so blindly, face your mistakes and admit your regrets, feel the pain and then talk about it (like here in your writing) on the internet to prevent yourself from becoming a ticking-time bomb and cry - because that is actually a healthy coping mechanism - and don't lie to yourself or others. At least on here we don't have to call bullshit on each other when we tell the truth. Right? Right. And then think about what you want to actually do with yourself - your life. What you want the future to be because the past is taking up your present so to escape it you think about your desires for the future. Or you can do what I do and start writing fiction and read fiction to get other non-existing world ideas in your head and then write your own ideas in relation to it. It keeps me from thinking of the complexities of life and I actually enjoy what I'm doing with my time. That sort of thing.

Now as for the actually poem and not my talk-about-it-paragraph above: I love the way you deliver your emotions like a punch to the gut. It knocks the breath from our lungs and leaves us feeling sore yet familiar with the ache. And the message leaves us wanting to fall to the ground on our knees and cry at the sheer rawness of the words expressed here. Good format too - few words to express a helluva big story.

[wordman]

and that`s what friends are for..someone to talk to..
and you`re not worthless

[Chris Shaw]

A great struggle going on in this poem, but you have to hang in there with the hope that with time your days will become a little easier. Life can be very difficult for some people.

Chris

[Pete]

a difficult read but brutally honest. it sure can feel that way in the darkness of life sometimes. we must continue to fight the good fight nevertheless ...

[Coyote Poetry]

I felt the struggle in your words my friend. Hard to see the good sometimes. But we must. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Amrita]

WOW!! AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL :)

[Alao Taiwo]

Oh Emo......................