I am damaged
Hurt
Broken beyond repair
I am despicable
Selfish
Lost without a map
I see myself crying
Crying not for others
But for myself
I am disgusted by it
By me
Because I know
That I don't have it that bad
That I live in a world people wish to have
That I have no right to be sad
To be sorry for myself
To cry
Yet I still do
Because after all
I am
Damaged
{ September 14, 2015}
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PoetryDo you ever feel sad? Mad? Forgotten? Unloved? Empty? Do you ever feel the need to let it out? To share it? That's what this is for me. { #313 in Poetry as of 12/29/2015 }
