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Personal (Melancholy) I can't help wishing I wasn't alive.
I feel like I'm just
wasting space here
and that no one cares
whether I live or die.
I wish so badly that I could
turn back time
and that my parents
would have chosen to abort me.
I feel like they always
remind me that
I ruined their lives
even if they never say the words.
I can't help wishing I wasn't alive.
Every day I imagine my death
and subsequently my empty funeral
because no one cares
whether I live or die.
That's just not true!
Girl if this poem is how you feel, you'd better start noticing things around you in a different way, no one is a waste of space, they are just probably not reaching THIER potential. The art of appreciation is a dying art as is being Greatful just to breathe or walk. You're really pretty that's a start more than most in this vain world but the secret is confidence and that's a choice, first you act it then people respond to it then you become it. Isn't it beautiful to know we always have a choice to make something better bit by bit. Real choice is a follow though, anything less is just an option. Hugs SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."