Make it stop
Make it stop
Please tell me
I'm just imagining this
Please tell me
That this is not reality
I want to scream
but I can't
I want to cry
but I won't
I want to end it all
Because that's the only way
to kill the monsters in my head
I feel like my insides
are eating me up
piece by piece
I can't do this anymore
I feel like giving up
If this is just a dream
The how am I supposed
to make this
A reality?
I'm just a stupid
naive girl
looking for something
I clearly can't get
And I hear them say:
"you can't wake up
this is not just a bad dream,
stop trying to be someone you aren't
you're hopeless,
worthless in every way
why are you even here?"
- no one likes you
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
