I was fine,
I was happy,
But,
I looked in the mirror that night,
And saw a failure,
A fuck up,
An idiot,
A girl who will never find love,
I looked into the mirror,
And asked myself,
What happened?
I used to be the happy girl,
Who wrote poems about skittles,
And pencils,
I used to be the girl,
Who was friends with everyone,
I used to be the girl,
Who loved life,
Now I'm the girl,
That contemplates suicide,
Every
Damn
Night.
So the question still remains,
What happened?
When did I morph into,
This girl,
This-
Monster.
When did I become this-
Creature?
I can't even recognize myself anymore,
This isn't me.
But the sad thing is,
This is me.
I am the monster under my bed,
I am the voice inside my head,
I am my own demons,
And deep down,
I know,
I deserve this hell I'm in.
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Poems From A Depressed Girl
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