How can I ever look into the mirror and not hate what I see? How come I lay in bed at night, having streams of tears that never stop pouring out? How can I be sure you truly love me? Why do you yell at me? Why do you threaten me and then pretend like you never said such horrifying things? Would you still love me if you knew I wasn't normal? Would you disown me if you knew I liked girls? Would you tell me I have no reason to say that I want to die. Would you still tell me to go ahead and kill myself if you saw the scars scattered across my body? Do you really know everything about me like you say you do? It's depressing that I'm terrified of you because you're so unpredictable. I'd rather be cooped up in my room than associate with you and that's not something I should ever have to say. Do you even care that you're one of the main reasons I feel I would be better off dead? The answer is no. You raised me and then purposefully shattered me into bits. Superglue can't mend me back together, and neither can you.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
