It's A Pain

It's a pain
In my chest
When I know
I can never
Be enough
For another.
I'm broken.
I'm alone.
I'm difficult.
I'm sensitive.

Everything is wrong
About me.
I push
To the extent
Where You
Don't even want to be
Around me.
I hold
Onto little things
And big things.
You'll start
To hate me
For never forgetting.

I am
No good
For anyone.
I am better
At being alone
So that I
Don't have to
Worry about
Hurting someone
I care
Deeply for..

It's a pain
In my chest
To cry
Every night
Spent alone
In my room.

The world
Would be
Better off
With Me
Gone...

Millie J. Skosher