Failure Poem by ASENA MARIE SATAN'S SPAWN

Failing at life, failing you.
Fauling myself, nothing better to do.
Losing myself, falling deep.
The old me made promises I can't keep.
Sitting in class, biting my lip.
Holding on for my life so I don't slip.
I was asked what happened to the girl I used to be.
I'm not even sure what happened to me.
Now I'm buried in nothing but despair.
I'm here physically, but mentally I'm nowhere.
Just drowning in thoughts that eat my alive.
Fighting a war that I cannot surivive.
Whoever I've become is wondering how to get out.
All I've come up with is to scream and shout.
But nothing's helping, you can't hear my screams.
I'm living a nightmare instead of chasing my dreams.
Why did I become this walking disaster?
And why can't I break the strings of my master?
Hanging by a little tiny thread.
Sometimes I think I'm the Puppet that was better off dead.
Honestly, I'm scared that I feel this way.
But that's all I really know how to say.
I was just singing and dancing with joy.
And now I'm comparing myself to a silly toy.
What's happening to me, what have I become?
I'm shutting my body down, slowly becoming numb.
I don't want to live this way the rest of my life.
But the pain cuts me like a knife.
So I'll listen to a couple of old songs.
And I'll keep trying to right my wrongs.
And then I'll realize it's not worth it.
So anxiety will go into a fit.
And I'll sit here and cry once again,
Just hoping it will all end.
Then I'll be fine and I'll laugh all night.
And then tomorrow, I'll armor up for another fight.
So here's to you depression, and this girl I don't want to be.
Thank you very much, for completely destroying me...