BROKEN BEYOND REPAIR
Crying. Crying, sobbing, shrieks of despair.
Shouting. Shouting, yelling, screams of torture.
It's endless. It doesn't seem to ever stop.
No one loves me.
Yet they loved you. Them. So much. It hurts to think.
Pain. Very agonizing, much so.
Fear. Fear of rejection. It's all I see in my eyes.
Self-harm. Self-harm from loneliness and desperation.
Never wanted attention as a game.
Just wanted someone to care.
Just someone to care.
About me.
It's hard though. Really difficult.
No one cared. Their eyes.
Icy. Icy as Khione. Heartless to me.
Just to me.
All I want is justice.
Not seeking attention.
Just someone to care.
Wallpaper. That's all I am.
Treated as bad as a slave,
Except unable to do anything.
Useless.
Unworthy.
WHATS WRONG WITH THEM THESE DAYS!?
INJUSTICE, THEYRE COLD HEARTED.
TOO GOOD TO DEAL WITH, ME.
IS IT EVEN FAIR?
SCREAMS OF PAIN AND TORTURE!
HOW MUCH POWERFUL THEY BE!
SILENT AMOGNST THE OTHERS,
BUT LOUDINGLY TO ME.
ARE THEY DEAF? OR BLIND?
CAN THEY SEE IT'S NOT RIGHT?
No. they don't know.
4,000 pounds is the weight of my mask.
40,000 pounds is the weight on my back.
4,000,000 pounds is the weight in my heart.
It's indefinite. Never-ending, a curse.
The yoke around my neck is made out of words, one added to another.
The chains around my hands and ankles are out of the pain from the words.
Every day, I'm a new piece of artwork to their eyes.
But, also in my eyes.
My body is a canvas, drawn on by the artist.
Me.
Pieces of my artwork surround my whole body, from my collarbone to my ankles.
Inch deep masterpieces. All around me.
The sketches to paintings to drawings, produce a substance of red.
My blood. It relieves me, and other times it breaks my heart.
My heart.
Broken beyond repair.
Nothing can fix it now.
Gunshots In the middle, cracked severely around the sides.
Holes wrenched out dozens of times,
With cheap band aids around it to try and keep it together.
Rejection.
Oh Lord, help me and my cries.
Lead me to the light. Save me, adopt me as your own.
I need someone to brighten my day. To make me smile,
To show me a new path, a new life.
Bring happiness to this broken beyond repair heart,
As my gratitude for you will be endless.
I beg you, save me.
Take me as your own.
You are all I need to survive this cold, wrenched place.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THIS WORLD?
What has happened to this world?
Leaving me broken.
HA!
IT DOESN'T CARE ABOUT, ME?!
LEAVING ME BROKEN BEYOND REPAIR,
NOTHING CAN HELP IT NOW
ISOLATED FROM REALITY.
But really, I ask,
What has happened to this world.
YOU ARE READING
BROKEN BEYOND REPAIR(A personal poem)
PoetryAn old poem in which I let out all my feelings at the time of suffering. *****WARNING ***** Self harm is included. Read at your own risk
