Killing Me
I hated that I had given up on everything.
Wasting everyone's time on me.
Trying to find something for me.
Trying to find me.
I was just not good at anything.
I tried singing and gave up.
I tried band, the best thing that had ever happened to me
But I gave up.
I just was not good enough.
I tried writing in journals no one would ever see.
I gave up on so many things
But the worst part is, I gave up on life.
And that was what was killing me.
Then I found something I was good at, good enough at
Trying.
This poem is about:
Me