Dreams of a broken rag doll

I wrote the following poem when I was 20 years-old. I was really messed up at the time and I still am, I thought the world was against me, I thought God did not love me, I had so many horrible thoughts about myself and life in general. I'm glad I grew up and became the person that I am today.

Flickering like a candle 

controlled by things I can't handle

This could be the End of Me

how I wish I could Fly

Is this be just a dream?

The whole World is against me

Is this 'cause I'm Broken and Useless

I'm Bleeding internally

Monsters Licking my Blood in dark shadows

Griping for dear Life

how I wish I had the strength!

To strike 'fore it approaches

I swing in my strings

Like a feather being blown in the Wind

Manipulated by life's endeavours

Postulated by the storm that is my life

In my heart I know I shall come right

I do not know me

I know I have no one to blame but me

I failed myself

In the Battle that is life

And my dreams shall n-ever come true 

(30.11.2008)