I was broken,
I write bad things on my arm,
I write curse words on my arm,
I can't wash them off yet.
My soul is tearing apart,
My tired eyes won't close,
Instead they shed tears,
Why is it this painful?
I'm tired,
I need sleep,
But I can't forget about it,
They all judged me well.
Their disgust eyes,
Their sour face,
They all are against me,
What did I do wrong?
Am I that bothersome?
Am I a bad person to befriend?
Am I that ugly?
Am I that weird?
Am I that strange?
Am I a wrong choice?
Maybe I am,
Maybe I was,
Maybe it's all my fault,
I deserve it.
-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 (...
