I Hate Myself And Want To Die Poem by Josiah Decker

I Hate Myself And Want To Die

Rating: 5.0


I am a whore
I sell my soul for the right price
I'll stand out all night hoping for a buck
I need to feed myself, my baby, and my addiction
I better make enough for my Pimp Daddy, don't want another bruise
I don't have a diaploma, but teachers give me an A
I can't find a better job so I think I'll keep selling ‘til I die


I am a tool
I keep no life; I copy yours
I please you to suit my needs
I won't question; I rather follow you
I need to look cool to make myself feel better
I'm afraid of what people would really think about me

I am a lonely child
I have no friends to speak of
I don't know where my Dad is, not like he cared anyway
I got a black eye and bruised ribs from my bully at home and away
I can't tell anyone about this shit, so I guess it's whatever


I am your demons
I hide where your conscience can't find you
I allow you to commit those crimes
I love it when you isolate, let me fester
I make those long nights dark and crying better with your razor

I am you

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alicia Tschantre 04 December 2012

do you really feel this way or did you just write this? ? because i really do feel this wayy....

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