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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1317875
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..."
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