I don't feel loved,
It's getting worse...
I'm scared of loosing everyone,
I will try save all of them,
But I won't have time to save myself,
I know they won't miss me,
They won't ever think I'm good enough,
Because I will never be good enough,
I'm not worth it...
I never have been or will be,
I don't want to live anymore.
They won't miss me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A dark canvas of poetry is portrayed...too dark to fathom. I feel for you as you are drowned by the negative energy