Hurt, tears, sorrow and more,
The things keeping my wounds sore,
Breaking me down from the core…
I am my life’s natural flaw.
Loss of hope,
No faith in myself, I can’t cope,
From my existence I wish I could elope…
I’m a stain to my pure soul.
Self loathe and distaste,
My breath is such a waste,
In disappointments is my life based…
Why was I made ?!
Pretense, lies, and fake smiles,
I even convince myself for a while,
But the pain seeps in piles…
Why can’t I just die ?!
The world would be better off without me,
No more sorrow, no more self pity,
So free would I be…
This life is just prison for me.
Worded Sorrow 