Sometimes I feel like I'm a waste of space
Sometimes I feel like I'm wasting my life away
What purpose has God made me here for?
And that's what I'm here to look for
Sometimes I just can't help but think
and think and think and think
I wish I could stop this
I guess that's why I write these
Why do I feel like crap?
Oh I guess I'll just write a poem then
Sometimes I can't help but think
What's wrong?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with the world?
and
...why can't I fix it?
A temporary fix should not be called such
Because when you break, a plaster won't help much
I know how I may sound
But trust me I'm all good
At least that's what I say
That's what they always say..
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Her Locked Notes
PoetryPieces of a soul trying to navigate through life. What I find fascinating about poetry is that it is such an abstract art, and yet - each soul it collides with can relate to it, each soul it collides with can fit a piece of it into their life, all...
