Look, I'm not broken.
Don't treat me like I'm made of glass.
I know I may have made some mistakes,
but don't judge me by my past.
.
It's no mystery
that I'm a mess.
But there are still a few bad things,
I have yet to confess.
.
Yes, I have held the knife
to my skin before.
I've watched it tear right through my skin,
I've watched the blood pour.
.
I may have some unresolved issues,
that I'm too scared to face.
But I'm sorry mom if you're not proud;
Sorry if I'm a disgrace.
.
Maybe if I didn't hate myself so much
it would hurt less.
But if I don't even like myself;
who would I have to impress?
.
Don't try and say you get me,
or that I haven't hit the wall.
Because unless you spend a day in my life;
You won't know how much I wish that I could end it all.
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YOU ARE READING
Poems I've wrote
Thơ caThis is just a collection of poems I've written, please comment what you think of them. A lot of these poems will be past assignments; as I've already done multiple poems this year and we had a whole poetry unit last year :P
