My thoughts are full of things they said
Sometimes I think I'd rather be dead
My eyes are full of terrible lies
My soul has already metaphorically died
My thin hands create art,
down across my wrists and on my heart
But what has been broken
cannot be shattered.
I hate when they ask, "What is the matter?"
Do you not know what you've done to me?
My mind is like a deadly disease.
My heart is covered in long thick lines,
Some are yours and some are mine.
Sometimes I bleed and sometimes I cry.
When are you going to realize your words, your actions all have an effect.
Just wait until I am gone, I am dead.
The demons inside me are trying to breathe.
Please come help, come rescue me.
The monster inside me is the only one who cares,
The only one who has always been there.
As the darkness takes over me,
My thoughts soon leave.
Once again I am left alone,
The voices in my head have found their way home.
The war within me rages on,
To no surprise the dark one comes out strong.
My sanity no longer burdens me,
Though my weaker self has deserted me.
I am and forever will be alone.
You try and see, but I hide it too well,
It is and forever will be my own private Hell...
YOU ARE READING
Poems About the Shattered and Broken
PoetryThis isn't an actual story. It's just a series of poems I put into a book. This book is dedicated to all the people who feel like they have lost all hope. Who feel broken and shattered. Who think they have nothing left to live for. May you find hope...
