Why?
Why do you hate me?
Why don’t you appreciate me?
Why are you hurting me?
Am I not worth it?
It really hurts
that I’m no one’s favorite.
None of you admire
me and my work.
I spend the day faking a smile
and spend the night crying.
I wonder why I’m still here—
living but feeling dead inside.
Why do I need to suffer all of these?
Do I really need to?
I’m so tired, really dreary.
It’s over, I lost in this battle.
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Thoughts, Feelings, and Experiences
PoetryPoems are written because of experiences and imaginations where knowledge and feelings unites. When it hurts, it hurts but it's all right. Feel the pain and let poetry speak for it. 📌Poems can be triggering for some.
