I was still innocent,
Myself was always bright,
I'm always at the top,
I love that about me.
When I turn 12,
My mind polluted with things,
Bad and negatives,
That developed my weak self.
I started failing,
My parents scolded me often,
Well,
At least I tried, right?
My path doesn't seem to go the right way,
As years go by,
My weak self grows,
But I didn't mind.
I turned 18,
I can't do anything,
Thanks to my social-phobia,
I am all alone.
I'm helpless,
I'm scared of myself,
I need help,
I need someone.
My family fall apart,
It destroys me even more,
My head couldn't think straight,
Now I heard voices.
They say I'm worthless,
They say I'm weaker than the weaks,
They're getting louder,
Please make them stop.
Adulthood came,
Self-harm became a hobby,
Hiding my weak self by saying,
'I don't care, I don't give a f***'
Is this how life is?
Do everyone else is like me?
Well, who cares anyway?
I'm not that special.
<inspired by song: Agust D - The Last>
-hanisahtdm22
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PoesiaI 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 (...
