What's the point in living if there's nothing to live for?
A hollow shell takes her place, not even a real person anymore.
Silent screams and numbing pain.
Her arms with wounds like dragons being slain.
Mark after mark. Cut after cut.
When will be the time when she finally says "enough"?
Her body is decaying slowly as illness takes it's toll.
She sits and contemplates herself as a whole.
"When will I actually find something worthwhile? "
She isn't sure how much longer she can fake a smile.
Scars from others, and Scars from self loathing.
There seems to be no end in sight to these ties that are holding.
Ties that are holding her to her fears and nightmares.
The thought of dying seems more promising after each incident that passes.
Maybe then we'll be free from our demons of black masses.
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Troubled Thoughts of a Nobody
PoesieThese are all poems that I wrote when I felt like nobody else was listening. They all have to do with something that has happened to me in my past. While some are obvious, others will need some deciphering. Please enjoy these troubled thoughts of a...
