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HATING MYSELF
Today i think i've lost it
i have no purpose in life
let me go to the kitchen
and pick out the sharpest knife
ill place it under my breast
right over my crying heart
place your hand on the handle
and tell you when to start
im giving up its over
i have no desire to live
ive done all i could on earth
ive given all i could give
i feel so alone
when you're 2 inches away
i should not feel like that
but i do every day
i thought i could talk to you
even more i thought you'd care
but you werent even listening
i could tell by your blank stare
if there was a good reason
for me to stay alive
tell me, ill give it a thought
but silence is what i strive
this cruel and cold world
just wasnt meant for me
no one wants me around
i cant make anyone happy
yes ive got family
and a couple friends indeed
but where are they all at
whenever im in need
before i say goodbye
just one last thought for you
dont ever lie to yourself
its not a smart thing to do...
Tia M. Thompson
Not Autobiographical
You are too full of life and youth for this to be about you. Depression rises and falls with ovulation - sometimes it's clinical, but whoever this poem is about, I hope they find a friend and talk it out - life is tough but it's also fabulous! - be well, allets
Unfortunately this was about
Unfortunately this was about me. I was going thru a very rough time wit my bf n it felt like i had nowhere to turn n i felt like the only thing i was good for was screwing everything up but now i realize its not like that. I know life will b hard but there is no reason to give up when ive really only just begun