That's How It Is

I am here for everyone else,
I try to make them happy,
But I can't make myself happy,
I can't help but feel worthless.

I want to be something,
I wanna be worth something to someone,
I have friends,
But what do they really think of me.

I bet they think I'm weak,
I'm trying as hard as I can,
But it's never going to be easy,
It's eventually going to kill me.

Everything is taking it's toll now,
I can help but shed tears,
It used to mix with blood,
But I quit that now.

I can't ever get back into that,
My true friends will get upset,
The people that actually care,
And I mean something too.

...I just want all of it to end,
I still have pain,
Wounds still are opened,
And still opening..

I doubt the wounds will heal,
Because I've been through so much already,
I can't take anymore...

Author's Note

How I'm feeling now...and probably forever. I'm sorry I'm a terrible friend...

Reviews

[xtheeverproject]

This is going to mean a lot to someone out there, and you did a wonderful thing in sharing it. I know this feeling, but I've since moved forward. I can feel that this was is very relate-able and genuine. On behalf of everyone who understands this feeling, thank you for writing this.

[Steven Cash]

:/

sad, but glad you could get out your feelings

[Angie Diane♥♥]

Thank you so much for the review.

[Paul Hickson]

wow very powerful piece, there's a great many people who could relate to this me included. I hope you feel better soon! you're an amazing writer!!!

[Jane Doe]

Your not a terrible friend in my opinion your like a sister (;
You have always been there for me and I tried to be there for you back.
Maybe it's not your fault maybe its all of your friends fault because we should be able to pick you up when you feel down.
You shouldnt have to pick yourself up you should have some help with it, because your always there for others

Xoxo
Love abbie
100.100

[DiMar4u]

to wake each morning as zero, nothing. some sort of chronic worthlessness, such a mess, such a mess. to think i let it get this way. can't leave, can't stay. a pain that lingers. could be the scent of flowers, nothing finds it's way through.

very moving. on a personal note, as an unsolicited confession, wherever you are in this journey--you are not alone.

i look forward to reading more of your work....keep 'em coming.