no one not won

catefrances

the tears mix with the red wine
and she don't know what she's doing
her head hurts and she knows
it ain't from just the booze.
so many months and she's been so so good
but in the end she still hates herself
just as vehemently as she always has
why she asks herself, why
why why why
must she feel this way?
there's no answer and she
never expected one nor
is she looking for one.
or is she?
does she even know anymore?
does she even care anymore?
she just looks for the strength
to end all the bullshit that she feels
but even then she disappoints herself
she can't even do that right.
she can't do anything right
she can breed
she's got that down
but who gives a shit?
no one
no one cares
no one notices
no one is everyone
and everyone is dead to her
so why can't she be?

who_doesnt_like_pj

i really like your poem

its really sad, i like the ending, prolly my favorite part maybe

keep writing :]

chadwick

This woman you write about,
i'd like to know her.
She sounds like she's surrounded by negativity.
Perhaps that is the energy she is choosing to emit outward.
In return attracting that negative energy back into her life.
I dunno, I could be wrong, that has happened before.