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,

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It's Just Us
PoesiaThe 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.