Again the world turns away, In my mind these thoughts will stay. Confused, broken, and lied to once more, A freezing wind slams the door. No one understands why, Every night I sit and cry. Why my thoughts make me feel, Like this live I am living isn’t real. Why my life seems unworthy of living, No matter what happens I just keep giving. Giving my best to everyone in need, Sorrow and suffering is where it always leads. So why do I always open my heart? When it always brings me back to the start. I hurt myself over and over again, Emotionally and physically, when will it end? I need love, and I ask myself why? If I don’t receive it from others, I’m sure I’d die. I don’t love myself, I don’t think I can, But until I do, my crushed thoughts will stand. Alone in my mind without a hope or a care, My brain has convinced me that the world is unfair. My body can’t handle this, I’m aching inside, The love from others is what keeps me alive. But like everything else, love is slipping away too. The decent thoughts I have are becoming very few. So I hope and pray my life will get better, Until that day comes I’ll be unworthy forever. Of the few people that love and care about me, And unworthy of the person I wish I could be. By Hillary Cheek March 4, 2002Birth sign: Virgo
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