Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 October 2019

Nothing to you

I see you,
Looking at me,
Not knowing how
To work me out.
Again I end up
Nothing,
insignificant. 
I go back to hating
myself. 
I go lower,
Hating me,
Dreading, 
Feeling sick. 
I am nothing, 
Less value, 
No one wants.

Tuesday, 30 July 2019

Enough

Don't feel good enough,

Hate me,

Silent tears,

Watching life go on,

Thoughts go back,

Haunting me,

Killing me,

I hope today will pass.

Monday, 29 July 2019

Linger

I'm in a room,
Present,
Then bang I am transported,
Back to the time,
When I was little,
Powerless,
No control,
No voice,
The memories linger on.

Sunday, 28 July 2019

Emotions


Saturday, 2 March 2019

Slip in the moment


Wednesday, 20 February 2019

Twist

I see the light, 
you thought 
you owned me,
turns out
I am smarter than you 
think. 
You forget 
I have a brain,
you try,
twist it around, 
controller, 
not now, 
I have seen the light 
for what you are. 

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

I am not worthy

I feel I am not worthy, 

I ask myself how,
I ended up here,
Doing this,
When I am clearly 
I am not enough. 
I am a fake!
I am a fraud!
Hide me,
I am not worthy.

Sunday, 17 February 2019

The fear

I hear it,
I feel it,
It's coming
To get me,
The fear,
So real,
Haunting my every move. 
I awake with that 
Familiar feeling,
It creeps up, 
Till I am 
Scared to death. 

Friday, 19 October 2018

More harm then good.

There are times when I want to walk out the door, run away and vanish.
I don't have the strength and it hurts is not good enough.
I suck at living and sometimes I don't want to be here.
I want to hide away somewhere dark,
 quiet where no one can reach me.
It feels like an ongoing battle which constantly I need to fight.
It tires me out and I feel so alone and feel like I the only one.
This is my reality I have to live day in day out and it is exhausting.
Sometimes, I just want to die because I cause more harm than good.

Saturday, 7 October 2017

Slippy Mess.

Why do I always slip up,
Every step I take,
I gravitate back,
It's hard to get out,
Of this slippery mess,

One day I may overcome.