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Poem Details
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| Title: | Encore |
| Author: | Cara Bass |
| Date Submitted: | 1/17/2012 |
| Email: | cara.bass12@gmail.com |
| Poem: |
I look through my diary from beginning to end, it’s a struggle and I''m not ok, not willing to pretend. I think I’ve lost the plot and now everything’s coming out. I pop another pill coz they’re meant to be helping me out, but look at me now. I’m so sick of me now, selfish and a liar. They always said I’d get burnt if I played with fire. But I stopped caring what they thought and all their words fell short. At the end of the day I''m the only one to blame for why I''m like this. I don’t like this but I can’t keep fighting it. I’m on a self-destruction mission, about to explode. Today I hate myself, I don’t know why or where it comes from, but I know I need to stop it or maybe next time I really will be done. I’d do whatever it takes to get me the hell out of this place. I’m not scared of dying, just getting fed up with trying. And I can’t deny it anymore so settle down for the encore.... |