My day was a mess
I couldn't focus
I felt like I was gonna die
I couldn't eat
I was lost the entire time
Nobody stopped to see if the bruised girl was alright
I was just there
I didn't serve a purpose to anyone
I was just a doll on a shelf who's to sit down and be pretty
But I can't be beautiful with all these ugly scars
All these scars haunt me
They make me sick
I cannot deal with it
I don't go to doctors
Because they won't understand
The only thing they can do is give a few pills and tell you everything will be alright
But they were wrong
Evetything was wrong
The way I live my life is wrong
The way I think is wrong
Me
I am wrong
Ever being borned was wrong
Wrong wrong wrong ☁☁☁☁☁☁
☁☁☁☁☁☁
I feel so sad
I
Hate
My
Self
Somebody help me if you can
If you care
YOU ARE READING
Me,Myself and I by Simk@sh
PoetryI am a mess I'm filled with stress but otherwise I do my best I'm falling apart With a knife in my heart thinking.. why should I live in the dark.
