This self-loathing lyric was written at a bad period in my life. Even though you’re free, have you ever felt trapped, not only in love, but in friendships or by hurtful family members? You can see all the wrongs, but to avoid further drama, you don’t say nothing. You stop standing up for yourself and let the hurt roll whilst you’re hurting badly inside.
Must’ve been born with pussy written on my forehead
My only explanation for believing in all the things you said
Thought you loved me but I’m just a fool
Cuz I’m stupid me
I’ve let you see me cry 2 many a time
Let you play silly games with my mind
Why I let you do this I just don’t know
The doors wide open but I don’t wanna go
Cuz I’m stupid me
CHORUS: You put me down, you mess around
Spread the word all over town
“That girls stupid”
Break my heart and make me cry
Tell me anything cuz I’ll believe your lies
Cuz I’m stupid. Stupid motherfuckin me
Rejections something I’m kind of getting used too
Cuz if i’m waiting 4 affection, I ain’t getting it from you
You say you love me when you run out of honey
My emotions you walk all over. Ha Ha so funny!
Cuz i’m stupid me (CHORUS)
Why do I let you hurt me?
Why do I let you make me cry?
I know it’s wrong but I let you carry on
Why, oh why! Oh why! Cuz i’m stupid me
Copyright Lady Syxess (Lady 6X) 2008
Originally published on the now defunct Triond website
This poem by Jessa’s Will expresses pain and sadness expressively with a figurative yet sharp impact.
The agony I hide
When the pain
I could no longer endure
I try to smile
I have to carve it
Upon my face
With a blade of sanity
Just to put on
A happy face
The sorrow shows
For it’s destined
To live within me
My last breath
Copyright Jessa’s Will 2015
As much as I love reading mainstream published and well known writers work , I also support the lesser known writer’s that like myself, have beautiful work swimming around in a sea of lesser known authors publications on the web. With #wordspot I will be sharing pieces from aspiring writers because “poetry not read, is dead” and we need to keep it alive.
Lost is a poem reflecting the inner emotions of depression. I originally published this in 2006 and decided to bring it out of the vault to share at a time when so many people are going through dark times. Believe me, I understand.
Each day I wake up thinking to myself
Can I make it through another day of hell?
Don’t wanna get out of bed
But I’ve gotta shake these voices in my head
They’ve got me wishing I was dead
Or someplace else instead
Of this life of fighting a losing battle
Can’t get on my saddle and take control
Feels like I’m losing my soul
My dreams, my self-respect, my ambitions
All replaced with fear
Waiting in vain for a better tomorrow
But damn! There goes another year
And I’m still here, in the same shit
The same sorry-assed merry-go-round
The cold reality in this lonely world
© 3rd Ear Girl 2014
Revised edition of ‘A Lost Battle’ Purple Banana Publishing 2006