Sorry that didn't make sense

@ColorsOnTheWater
For you who just doesn't understand
I see you just don't get it
And no one can
That I was an obstacle in the lambs plan
See
I was never meant to happen
My parents were on drugs
And here I am
You think I'm a genius
Don't make me laugh
I'm as dumber then a rock
Trust me I wish I could believe you
I really do
But my faith is slowly slipping
I wish the lamb can save me
But he can't
For its my time to leave
So I'll carry out my plan

Darn I messed up the last roman numeral

Now that I know the real meaning of your poem, here is my 2.0 response.

I.
You know my story

I have been rejected
I’ve been beaten down

I have been told I’m unnatural and wrong
So many times…
I tell it to myself

See The barbed wire that I wrapped around
my legs
See my arms
See my neck
Around and around
Oil rigs drawing blood from my skin

I am literally; physically broken

The demons haunt me too
They haunt and call and jeer at me
for all I cannot do

When I row a 2k
When my oars are squared and buried
They hem me in stern and bow

The words come up from inside me.

“R*tard” “Worthless”
“Unhuman” “Monster”
“Cripple” “Freak”
“Weak” “Failure”

They tell me to die

They rise like the sea to swallow me whole
Out of the darkness the tentacles stretch
they wrap around and around

I go willingly because I believe they are right
I drown in the dust


II.
But that is not the end





III.
You say you wait for a death.
I too am unafraid

But there is a difference between oblivion and joy.
And I am no longer waiting


IV.
There was a lamb in the brush

He was bound to bind us back together
And He was pierced so we could be healed
He gave his crown so we could be crowned

He calls me Beautiful. Wonderfully Made.
And I believe him

He calls you Loved and Worthy and the same

Though we are just two spots on this bespeckled rock
And He is the creator of galaxies

V.
Make no mistake
I am not to be pitied

I was dressed in darkness
There was blood on my hands

Death was imminent. It was necessary
And I tried

But before I could do it
He died himself for me

Look!
He does it for you!

I looked up
there is a light in the darkness
And the darkness does not overcome it
Look!


V.
Come
If you tarry till you’re better
You will never come

Come
There is a seat here
For you at his table


Come
It’s not what you do
But what he has done… for you

Come
Look and be set free

This is everlasting life
This is better than oblivion

First of all you are a literary genius. your second poem reveals a depth in your first that is entirely new to me. At first, second, and third glance it seems like you're falling for hopeless optimism, but in fact you're consoling the broken with the thought of death... That is both haunting and really really cool. Also the fact that you were able to take my words, (which were meant to suggest that because you can be yourself, you are worthy) apply a slight change in tone and to suggest the very opposite... that is pure genius.

I still disagree with you though. I've got another poem coming.

your right how can I be myself if i know im worthless?
how am I worthy
and I wait for a death
not dreams that wont come true
so to whom who answered my poem
if you knew me you'd agree
that life would be better with out me
all I do is make mistakes and make things worse
if you knew my background you would know
that I have no future left for me

To you... who is as broken as I am
How can you be yourself if you know you are worthless?
How can you wait a little longer...
... for a dream that you know won't come true?

yes the pain is there
I have felt it,
so have you.
searing in its power

But I have this to say - the truth
from broken me to broken you

You are, truly, worthy
You are, truly, loved
You're invited, truly, to a weighty life

accept it
and you are truly justified


I know you think you know
I thought I did too

But here is the truth
Truly, truly I say to you
let it set you free