TRIGGER WARNING
I wasn't made for this
Walking around like a hypocrite
With my head held high
like I have it all planned
I don't, I'm sick of this
Sick of this mess inside
Of my brain
Throwing me off my game
The pain is gonna kill me
One day
I'm stuck in a rut
So far down the ditch
There is no ladder to get me out
Im loosing my mind
Scrubbing the pain from inside
I don't get a break, im not doing enough
These responsibilities holding me hostage
There's a gun to my brain, the shooter
Is myself, the poet who cannot forget
My mother failed me, my sisters hate me
My uncle touched me before I matured
Yet calls me a slut, while he opens the door
His eyes trail my body, and yet he admits
I'm nothing more than a whore to him
Yet he took away my innocence
Not the kind from sex, but just with his hands
Late night nightmares as a kid
Just a child, not even of age
Stuck in the dark, him screaming my name
I'm falling apart, I'm about to commit
The insanity is taking its place in my skin
Anger filling my bones, cracking the good
From my smile, my eyes have gone cold
I'm loosing myself,, socities to blame
Just another victim of societies game
Born to follow the leader, failing at that
Grown up too fast, lost all respect I had
Lost the idea of fun in my life
Stuck in the muck, with monsters dragging me under
Its a burning abyss, my skin burning
Telling lies to everyones soul
Breaking the hancuffs of my sollitude
Tortured by decisions I cannot make
Forced to make a future I cannot
Commit too
Freedom I cannot achieve, my body
Might break in the wind of time
I am glass, easy to break with just
A small crack
I am falling apart, its easy to see
I didn't belong, that is okay
Even when Insanity finally takes its
Hold on my brain
I will still smile and say
I'm okay.
Written By: Teha Brown aka WILTEDROSE
I WANT TO ADDRESS SOME OF THE THINGS IN THIS POEM ARE TRUE. I DON'T WANT PITY COMMENTS OR PEOPLE TELLING ME WHAT I SHOULD OR SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE JUST ENJOY THE POEM,VOTE OR COMMENT THEN MOVE ON.
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