//I wrote this two years ago, so it's not all that good. Trigger warning: Depression and self harm//
In this corner it's cold and dark
All alone
This cold starts to fill my heart
The dark consumes my mind whole
Hated, useless, no one cares...
Forever alone
Covered in dust, cobwebs in my hair
These staring eyes haven't seen light in years
My pale skin has begun to crack
My hair is a matted gold mess
Can't anyone see that I'm fragile?
I don't ask for much, just a small amount of light
The smallest token of kindness
Fifteen years of this neglect, of feeling
Nothing
The hand painted smile on my lips feels true for once
That damp darkness that has made its way into my soul
It's given me at least enough strength
To let me feel something
My yellow silk sleeves slide over my arm
And that beautiful porcelain wrist is revealed
Unscathed and beautiful
I can feel the pain begin to sing on my skin
A crimson river begins to flow over the white
A crack spreads from one side of my lips up my pale cheek
It feels so good to feel something!
Something starts to make my eyes burn
And it falls to stain my old skin
Here I am now
Cuts and bruises all over me
Blood all over my once beautiful clothes
Twin stains stretch from my large green eyes down to my chin
Face contorted into a crazed grin
Here I am
Forever alone
A still doll
Don't you love me?
YOU ARE READING
.:Fears and Lies:.
PoetryA collection of miscellaneous poetry that I've written. Some are old and cheesy, but nonetheless I'd like to share them. Thank you and please don't hate.
