Useless Things

These scars cover your body,
It’s what you have become
you can’t help myself,
you just won’t work.

The pills are useless
The cuts hurt
They do nothing for me
Nothing brings you joy
Is this the way it has to be?

I've not been there
I don’t know how you feel
It’s attacked your body, it controls your life
Like stabbing your mind with a fatal knife

It controls you
And I feel useless.
With no aim in life and no feelings to consider
It brings you pain
It brings me heartache
you can’t help myself
Is this what you have become?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Agustin Avatar
July 14, 2025 at 7:34 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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January 27, 2016 at 1:27 PM
BECKY, A great pleasure to find and read the inspiration poured from your pen today. Love ** SKAT **
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