and we begin a trip into the darker side of my mind.
Weak
I used to fight for myself
I used to at least try
I used to care what people thought of me
Of what I thought of me
I used to be responsible
I used to defend myself because no one else would.
But lately I haven’t cared enough to fight
I don’t have the strength to continue trying
I hate myself and am sure others would too
I have stopped taking care of my responsibilities
And I have stopped defending myself because its just to much.
I’m just to weak
To exhausted
To depressed
And lost all the hope I had
So now I just try to avoid as much conflict as I can
And just get up one day at a time
never looking to a future I feel isn’t there.
wow...this is really a bummer. Try to be more objective with your writing. Also, you dont really give me anything to hold onto in the piece. You give me all these emotions, but no reasons or explanations. If you feel like s**t, tell me why. This poem is also a tad cliche. I would look for a new topic or a new angle. This poem has been written a million times.
this is exactly how i feel at the moment, unfortunately. it was written a while back and i was just reading through all my favorites right now to see what was so good about them. and i dont know how i was feeling when i favorited this poem but right now, at this instant, these words couldnt ring any truer. good job.
wow...this is really a bummer. Try to be more objective with your writing. Also, you dont really give me anything to hold onto in the piece. You give me all these emotions, but no reasons or explanations. If you feel like s**t, tell me why. This poem is also a tad cliche. I would look for a new topic or a new angle. This poem has been written a million times.
I can relate, most of my poems are similer in style. I like poems you can place emotion to, I even felt like this before. My mind state shift and adapts. I was recently overly depressed, now I could care less for why I was depress. All I knew was that I thought I was the failure and reasoning behind why I hated myself, and now I came to the relization, does it matter?
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