Worry

“o_O
just don't worry about it.”

I am hopeless.
A nuisance. Loveless
and useless.

I’m not crying [yet]
just displeased and
almost unable to breathe.
Being alone wasn’t
a good choice.
Or even my choice.

And
as I walk through my
peers, feeling as if
I must be tattooed with the
word “Plague” instead
of love. Wow, what
a stupid F**k up.
This might be the
edge, the end of
the thin line I can
walk. The bath tub is
hot, steaming
and I’m boiling myself
alive. Dead already
inside. I don’t want to
keep doing this. Keep pushing
against something ungiving
and unwanting. I am ready
to drown. Fill my lungs
with water I will’ve turned
red. Winter is almost
here. long sleeves won’t be
a problem from now
on. I’ll hide it.
Hide this. Hide myself.
Get used to this smile,
the mask glue is setting,
it won’t be shifting.

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

You paint your poem with emotion, the best tool to write with. I find this very well done, and I have a bit of sympathy for you. I can relate with this poem up to the point of self mutilation the was detected. My pains might have given me more of a tolerance to physical pains, I just don't reenact it. My pains have made more cold against the world, and a whole lot more less trusting of people. I don't care about being accepted by others, they don't connect with me the way I would want, my thoughts are way to alien.

Again, very good poem. Any poem that I can relate with is worth it. Great Job.

[Parker Pearl]

i owe you another hug.
one that will last much longer.

[Aaron B.]

This made me incredibly sad...for you.

No one is loveless no matter how you might feel.

Trust me as some one who feels loveless most of the time.

I will be praying for you.

[Tim Lawless]

Once again, I'm left asking, Is everything ok? And I'm beggin you...seriously begging, just be honest and straightforward with me...I'm not going to do anything except care for you and love you. I just hope you can see that. I'll be here no matter what. I promise.