this poem, like many of mine, is written in my darkess hours, hours of depression.


never good enough

You can't see how much I do,
I have been breaking my back,
Bending over backwards to please,
But there is something I always lack.

No matter what I do,
It is never good enough.
Pulling, dragging me down,
Making my life rough.




Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:33

Tags Pain  Life  Death 

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