Tears fall steady down my face
They are warm and salty
My breath is hard to catch as my heart breaks again
Not from a love gone wrong
Because everything about me is wrong
I've been looking for me since I was a teen
Now 3 years into my twenties
And I hate who I'm finding
My reflection is so cracked
I fear touching my own face in case I cut myself
She is a sinner
She wants what she doesn't deserve. How dare she have people to love her?
If only they knew,
IF ONLY THEY KNEW
She wasn't worthy of anything but isolation left to her dark thoughts
Death would be too kind so she keeps living
Punishing herself, myself
Until some god has mercy and ends this misery
Life is short they say?
Why is mine taking so long to end?
I dry my tears and reenter the realms of my mind that tell me how weak I am.
How little I mean to anyone.
I believe it
I can't believe anything else...
A/N: I'm not suicidal.
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Cursed To Live
PoetryThis is a book of poetry explaining the hardships I've faced with depression, anxiety and youth.
