Faliure
I'm such a failure.
I cant get nothing right.
My hart is clumsy and tight.
I mess everything up.
And get it all so very wrong.
Even a simple thing like killing myself.
I get wrong.
What the hell is it with me.
I feel as hollow as a tree.
I wish I had wings to flee.
Everything I do and all that I am is wrong.
It pounds in my head like a gong.
I am nothing and never will be.
For I am me and noone seems to be there.
For its my own fualt any way.
Becuase I am me.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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