I'm broken and no one seems to notice
not even when I got tears down my face
I could scream it to the world, but no one
would care, no one ever does
I'm seen as the strong girl, the one who
doesn't let words get to her
Lies
I'm weak, the name calling drills it's self
into my brain in reality, I'm broken, shattered to pieces
It would take years to fix me, the broken mess
I'm just a broken girl, the one who acts strong,
so not to be ridiculed, can't take no more, must find an escape
YOU ARE READING
Last Breath
ПоэзияThese are just some poems I've made over the past 3-4 years, I'm still working on more