"What's wrong?"
He asked this like he actually cared
I'm just tired
Tired of feeling
Tired of knowing no one cares
Tired of being on my own
Tired of caring
Tired of being silent
Tired of hurting myself because you hurt me
Tired of feeling worthless
Tired of not being okay
Tired of hearing whispers in the hall
Tired of the names whore, slut, bitch, I've been called them all
Tired of you
Tired of myself
You're the reason I'm right here writing poetry in the dark, blinded by my own tears
You're the reason I'm up until 3am not because I'm thinking of you but because you're in my nightmares hurting me in so many ways only I can understand
I still don't understand
I can't understand
Maybe if I did I wouldn't be in so much pain
"Nothing." I say holding my breath waiting for the wolf to pass hoping he couldn't smell my fear.
YOU ARE READING
I'm fine
PoetryJust bad poems and sad shit. These are all my personal poems so sorry if they make you sad. Trigger warning these poems do talk about my personal experience with sexual assault.
