Failure, disappointment, useless,
All thoughts that claw into my mind.
"Get a job, you'll forget these torments."
In what world, will a band-aid fix an open gash?
I just want understanding and love,
But all I get is ridicule.
How am I supposed to trust the people close to me?
When all they've done is leave me
And cast me away like I was that bloodied band-aid.
Too forgettable to be remembered,
Too useless to understand.
Helpless, quiet, unworthy.
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The Hard Truth
PoetryThis is a collection of "poems" that I have started writing about the situations or experiences that happen in my life. This collection might be personal to me, however, it radiates over such a larger and broader audience.
