Everything I put myself to do
I do with effort
I'm not perfect not even close
It mightn't be the best but...
Can't you look past that?
An effort is better than an excuse
Clearly you don't know that
So you continue to abuse...
Me, for not doing it right
Or without any pride
I've put my blood and sweat into this
And added a few tears from the times I cried
You can't count my efforts
You won't count my tears
I could cry blood
But still nobody cares
Do this! Do that!
Can't you see I'm doing something already?
Commands, demands falling like rain
Not even time to breathe
Work me and tire me out
Because you don't have to do it
I have no choice but to
But can't take anymore of your shit
You'd never notice my effort
Even if I was dying
I'd still try to tell you
At least I'm trying
YOU ARE READING
LIFE, LOVE, SUICIDE by Dionne Miller
PoetryPoems and quotes about love, suicide, life... Written by me Note: I don't write with feelings and don't dare steal what's on here "Talent is a gift waiting to be opened"
