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Society expects perfection, well what if i cant give that? |
Ever felt so down, like you wanted to give up? Like life's rope around your neck was getting tighter, and it was getting harder to breathe? I've been there, and I'm here now I dont think i'm going to pick up the pieces of my broken soul and put it back together again. I think this time, I was meant to give up, and I think that's what I'll do. I'm done trying to move on after the storms and I'm done picking myself back up after another great tragedy that I've been forced to live through. So, as I sit here wallowing in doubt and self-pity, my eyes begin to water and tears begin to rise up to the top of my damns, and without a second though they come crumbling down, and along with it come the fountain of tears. Oops! a leak of emotion, was i supposed to show that? Society wants you to be perfect, and expects nothing to ever go wrong in your life, and God forbig you shed one tear or even have one fear. Because that is a sign of weakness, and the world doesnt acknowledge that anymore. So here we are, were broken and unfixable, no one gives us a second thought. Were useless, and not worthy of their time. So if we're so unworthy and useless why were we put here? Could someone please answer me that? For I thought this over thousands of times, and if we have no real reason of living than why bother? Why not end it now? And with that, it's done. That one thought, with that one question all of my question have answered themselves, I know how to stop the pain, and how to end the strife, the torment of living. The blade? No, too easy. The pills? No, instead I replace life's rope, and tie my own around my neck. Make sure it's tight now Britt, you want to end this quick. I step up to the plate, its my turn. Slip my head through the small opening I tighten the rope and kick out the stole. Oops! Wrong choice, you could have helped you said at the funeral, you wouldve been there. Well, where the HELL were you when i needed you most? You weren't there you lying piece of shit. Shut your mouth, your the one who is no longer worthy. Leave this place, you are not wanted at my funeral. Leave now, and never again open your mouth to speak those three little words, "Your...not... Worthy..." |