I look back on what I've done,
All the pain I've caused,
All the friendships I've lost,
I've ruined,
I sacrificed,
I've left,
I've crushed,
The people I never got to know,
The times I sat alone,
The night's I held a knife to my heart,
Telling myself to end it,
To give up
To give the majority what they want.
All those days,
I'd hold a blade to my wrists,
Internally screaming for someone,
Anyone,
To take it away,
Let me live.
Remembering,
I had nothing,
I was nothing,
I pretended it was nothing.
And then,
I was on watch,
Told I was a threat,
To myself.
Seeing the days at school,
When the kids,
Beat me,
Told me how I was worthless,
Seeing their greedy eyes,
The intense pain they had going on,
Behind those shattered eyes.
I couldn't fight back,
I was afraid,
I was weak,
I was nobody.
Girls,
Throwing my stuff on the floor,
Stomping on it.
Cutting my papers,
Telling me how,
I should follow the paper's example,
And get cut.
Scissors were thrown at me,
In art classes,
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.