At the end of the day, you find her crying in the bathroom,
no motivation to get up and move on.
She's trapped.
Her hands trace the scars on her body as she's remembering every reason for hurting herself.
Her eyes linger to her insecurities as she screams silently demanding a change.
She's asking when will she get her chance, when will she feel pretty.
At the end of the day, it's 4am.
She's finally in bed, and suddenly there's more.
You find her holding onto the pain, applying all strength and pressure.
At the end of the day there is no end, because the next day, and the day after that It's still the same.
YOU ARE READING
Hurtful
PoetryThis is about poems that I feel as tho I can relate to and I'm sure a lot of others can relate to. Just remember your never alone, there's always someone you can reach out to and talk to tell them how hard it is tell them how much you are struggling
