I felt bad,
I lied to them,
I cut myself,
It felt good.
I failed,
My marks are horrible,
I cut myself,
It felt good.
I was depressed,
I'm a disappointment,
I cut myself,
It felt good.
I was mad,
Blame everything to myself,
I cut myself,
It felt good.
I am worthless,
I'm no better than anyone,
I cut myself,
It felt good.
I'm useless,
They don't even care about me,
I cut myself,
It felt good.
I was a coward,
I was afraid,
Of what they think of me,
How they see me,
How they treat me,
And myself.
My arm,
Red lines and scars beautifully drawn,
I wish they don't fade,
So I can remember.
How worthless I am,
How useless I am,
How invisible I am to them,
How ugly and broken my life is.
Let me tell myself,
When I see those scars,
It was worth it,
And that my soul felt amazing.
-hanisahtdm22
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Sorrow Heart
PoesíaI have no way to go, My path, That leads to nowhere, But crumbling and failing. This world, So cruel, They love to see me fall, And a no one in their life. ~ • ~ My second poetry book...hopefuly it'll turn good😅 Check out my other book: Good Girl (...
