She stares at the ceiling tears streaming down her face.
Wanting the pain to go away but not wanting to be a charity case.
She knows she's out of place.
She knows she just a waste.
She's in a sorrowful place.
Wondering how much more she can take.
She's done being fake.
Maybe one day she will awake.
Awake from this dream she made.
But she can't take this place.
Soon she will fade away.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryJust some poetry and sayings about depression, anxiety, self harm,and some abuse. All are written by me
