I find myself
Thinking of ways to get away
From myself.
I'm destroying myself,
And I'm losing control.
I no longer recognize,
The person in the mirror...
There used to be a happy
Little girl
With clean wrists
Staring back at me,
A little girl
With enough confidence
To stare straight
Into the eye.
Who knew it would
Come to this?
Late nights on cold tile floors.
All I want is to be free!
Free from my own skin.
I hate the person
That I am today,
I've made too many
Mistakes in such little time.
I hate me, myself and I!
I find myself
Thinking of ways to get away
From myself,
But something keeps
Pulling me back.
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YOU ARE READING
Unleashed Silence
PoetryI could fill a thousand pages telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. In fact I don't even understand but I fear of drowning in the words left unsaid.
