You made me feel so less
So unlovable
So unworthy
You make me feel as if I deserve the pain,
As if it was natural,
As if it was expected of me to suffer,
You make me feel so worthless that I want to die,
You make me feel so much pain that I've turned numb,
You broke me so much I can hardly recognize myself,
Hurriedly, hurriedly before the sun rose I mend myself,
But some pieces are too shattered,
Desperately, desperately before all of you I try to act sane,
But I am a dead girl walking,
I do not know who I am,
I have forgotten who I wished to be,
Breathe, breathe
Survive, survive
One more day, one more day
God I am so tired
God I can't anymore
God are your listening?
YOU ARE READING
Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
