BlacknessRose ...

(Nov.30 1991)

Giving Up


I feel so empty
Like no one cares
So I feel like giving up
Wouldn't it be better?

My words have no meaning
As they're written on this paper
No one would care to read it
A poem written by somone they don't know

What contributes to someone giving up?
Low self-esteem, or no one noticing
Getting negative comments, or the stress
Maybe the feelings of failure with the work

My writing seems like a failure
My words a jumbled mess
And even with my act together
A perfect piece of poety, just tossed aside by others

So it seems my only option
Is to give up
It seems like the only choice
So I feel like giving up

Submitted: Friday, August 01, 2008
Edited: Friday, August 01, 2008

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