Hate Myself Poem by Billie Jo Jessie
Hate Myself
why do i feel so Fat?
oh, right.
it was that skinny, eighty pound girl
that called me that.
im broken, im done
don't wanna be here anymore
in my life, depression is #1
and when im down, i basically hit the floor.
why do i always want to
hurt myself?
oh, yeah.
my life is a living hell.
why do i always want to die?
i cant even answer this
i guess i just...
Hate myself.
Billie, as you we should believe, living our life does't depend at all on what others want or say, just take the straight path, and don't care about others. we could be living in a bad situation, but when we think about others who are suffering more than us, and have problems in their lives more than what we have, in that time we will believe that we are in a good situation, and we have to work harder to make it better. Thank you for your poem, Keep Up!
I hope this was just a dramatic piece, Billie Jo. wish you peace. Keep writing
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5/2/2024 3:33:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To conceive of life without difficulties is an existential absurdity and fallacy. When one's life has taken a turn for the worst, one must always remember that she/he is the person driving. Faith keeps those who keep the faith. A well articulated piece of poetry depicting life at its deplorable lowest ebb. Thanks for sharing Jo. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
i will and thank you