I lived my life like a tragedy
Always hurting and pushing away
Saying I was a lost cause
And couldn't be saved
I lived my life like a tragedy
Choosing to only see darkness
Making jagged lines deeper each time
Paper wasted on death notes
I lived my life like a tragedy
Hating the person in the mirror
Starving and weak and cold
Swimming in the edge of consciousness
I lived my life like a tragedy
Before I realized
I wasn't living at all
Simply existing while pretending I didn't
It's time to start living my life
With that it's time to say
This is completed.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a not so Dead Girl
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written and in the process of writing. Most of them come from raw emotions. We all have an inner darkness. I have explored mine in depth over the years. The results weren't always satisfying. These poems are...
