It's July 25 and im tierd and keep writing rough drafts for poems

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by thesesecretsIhave

by thesesecretsIhave

Perfect ~

I lost her
I lost the one that picked me up from a broken boy and help me stitch up the wounds to be tossed into the bin again
My worth is as much as trash

I want to be one of those smiles that are the only reason that you go to school that day
But many people see me as a broken doll
Running off to were no one can see tears roll past my face

I want to be more than what I saw myself as,
What people who thew me away said
More than a thundery day when you hate thunder

I tried so hard to be perfect
But the world on my shoulders reminded me that there's a razor under my heals