No one can love me.
I've heard it a thousand times,
A thousand ways.
I'm a freak, a loner,
The girl who cuts for attention.
Forever alone.
I'm broken inside,
In the hidden parts of my soul.
I'm unwanted.
Why would anyone
Want me, with all of my ugly scars?
Why would they care?
I've heard the whispers,
When they thought I wasn't listening.
The laughter at my expense.
I'm getting so tired of it.
The laughter, the embarrassment,
The way they smirk at me.
But what can I do?
I'm not strong enough to stand up,
Nor inclined to.
No matter what,
I must survive, keep the hope there's
Something better waiting.
But if that light is there,
It's so very far away from me,
Or maybe I'm just blind.
Either way I must fight,
Against the darkness claiming my soul,
Must never let it win.
Because if I do,
That light will surely flee in fear,
Of the monster I'd become.
Focus on the light,
Even though it burns my eyes
I must keep it in sight.
If I so much as blink,
The light would go and take its warmth
With it far away.
Must focus on the light,
Must never let the darkness distract me
Or lead me astray.
The light is blinding.
The light is everything to me.
The light is you.
YOU ARE READING
Musings of the Insane
PoesiaThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
