Me by Mike

I finally know what I am.
A curse. A burden,
Wasting space in this sad
Excuse for an existence.

A waste of money.
A waste of food.
A waste of clothes.
A waste of life.

I hurt everyone I meet,
Everyone I get close to.
No one is spared.

I really can't take this anymore.
Each day monotonous in its pain.
Its hurt, its anger.
How can I live like this?

What have I done wrong
To deserve this sort of life?
When I'm finally getting back
On track, something happens
And I'm back at square one.
I can't go through it all again.

Should I do it now?
I can't decide, but
I'll decide soon.
Very soon.

Raimee (80.5.40.153) -- Monday, March 7 2005, 08:10 pm

no title
You dare decide.

LBK (84.9.36.131) -- Saturday, March 12 2005, 01:45 am

...
First paragraph, total lie..."I hurt everyone I meet, Everyone I get close to. No one is spared."...It hurts me when you are not there...

Holly (82.34.160.81) -- Monday, April 4 2005, 03:10 pm

It's the distorted thoughts of depression.
I agree, you don't hurt me. ;] But, when you're depressed, you hold the belief you hurt everyone. I feel the way of this poem sometimes, like you've messed up the life you've been given, and you weren't worth the effort.

Your Friend (82.19.1.176) -- Friday, April 8 2005, 07:39 pm

Don't You dare.
You better not decide yes. I love you and you have never hurt me only protected me.

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