My heart is still beating, but I am not alive.
I am a shell of a girl who once lived.
I am dead on the inside.
My thoughts killed me.
They terrorized the girl who once resided in this body.
So badly, that I couldn't deal with it.
I shut myself out to the world.
I don't know how to live.
I am essentially dead, but my heart beats.
Although shattered, still beating.
I wish it weren't, yet it is.
I'm a walking travesty.
1/12/15
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
