My surface seems intact,
But you're looking at a lie.
Inside I'm deeply cracked,
And I truly want to die.
I stare at myself
And despise what I see.
I'd sacrifice my health,
Just to look pretty.
I can't feel anything.
I've gone completely numb.
My ears continue to ring,
I can't remember where I'm from.
My vision is failing,
The tears clouding my sight.
My hands are shaking,
As I fade into the night.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
