Dark thoughts cloud my head.
I lose my mind in the mist.
Just a moment of vulnerability,
And that word is carved into my wrist.
The blood is gone.
Came down from the high.
Now I wear the guilt,
And it makes me want to cry.
No one can save me.
No prince charming, no hero.
I'm good for nothing.
Just a big fat zero.
I can't forget anything
With the reminders in my skin.
That I'm ugly, unsightly.
I just wanna be pretty and thin.
How I wish there was a boy
Who hugged me and who loved me,
Who kissed my scars and told me that there's no one else above me.
But let's be realistic here.
That's just one of my unreal dreams.
What people don't know,
There's more to me than it seems.
They kick me to the curb.
Alone, left to die.
I say that I don't care,
But it's just another lie.
To them, I don't matter.
They can't hear my cries of pain.
Just locked outside, in the dark,
Standing in the rain.
I'm judged so harshly.
Always bullied, hit, and shoved.
And I'll never be anything more
Than a girl who is unloved.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryA collection of poems I have written while in the clutches of my demon named Depression.
