Recovery Daily Dose
A tad of poetry every day, recovery on the go.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Unloved
I loathe myself, my life.
I want to die, just lie here and cease.
How can anyone feel anything for me but hate,
pity, disgust?
Hope hovers, waiting for surrender,
wanting to be found.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment