WRITTEN 7.2.2009

Sitting here all alone in this dark room
Headphones placed in my ears
As I put my ipod on shuffle and
A Woman’s Worth comes
Flowing through my head and I can’t
Help but think
.
What
.
Is
.
My
.
Worth?
.
Am I worth more than the most
Expensive diamond mound?
Does my self worth weigh less
Than a single pound?
Why can’t I just
.
.
.
See me
.
Hear me
.
Feel me
.
BE ME
.
.
.
Cupid never knocks at my door anymore
He realized I couldn’t even love me
So how can a man love me?
I can’t accept the one who stares blankly
Back at me in the mirror
Loveless and full of tears
Spilling emotions through lines of
Tired poetry
Even my notebook won’t listen
To me anymore
.
I cry
&
I cry
&
I
Slowly
Die
.
Time and time again over pointless
Bullshit
Everyone is tired of the same old
Broken me
No longer wanting to dip between
My sorrowful poetry
.
.
.
Am I worth the dollar notepads
I waste paper on?
Am I worth the dried up ink
That will evaporate
When im finally gone?
And I worth the memory of those
Who may or may not love me?
With or without these lines
Of my poetry?

…Who Am I…

Will I ever be a woman worth…
Something in someone’s eyes?
Will I be more than this girl…
Who sits alone and cries?
.
I
Cant
See
.
Who I will end up to be if I
Don’t end before I can see
What I am worth beyond the
Words of my dying poetry…?
This is who I will always be,
I am just me
.
.
.
I
Am
Worthless
.
.
.