As the tears fall down like rivers and there is no one to hold me.
I look up and wonder; Is it ever going to stop ?
Tell me, is it true ?
The things they say behind my back ?
Or is it their way of making clear that they don't know me ?
They say 'hey' and laugh
About my hair.
My Shoes.
My clothes.
My weight.
Everything I am.
They all think they are better than me.
On A higher level in this sick game.
Life ain't fair.
It never is.
You fall
You struggle
You break
You get lost
Everything hurts like knives.
Everything feels like hell.
Life ain't fair.
It never is.
You just have to find a way to get back up after you fall down.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
