Why Am I Here
The depression is strong
Sometimes I wonder why
I was even born
I’m nothing but a stressor
in most people life
I make one mistake after
another in life
I keep thinking I found
love just to have my
heart ripped out and
handed me on a silver platter
Why am I here
Why am I even alive
I’m nothing but a burden
to everyone in my life
I’d be better off dead
rather than alive
Yet I am still here
even when I don’t
want to be
I just keep asking myself
these days “Why am I here?”
I would like to know
Copyright © Julie Rodeheaver | Year Posted 2022
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