She stares into the mirror wasting away.
Not wanting to believe the lies that have flayed
the skin from her body leaving only a skeleton behind.
He screams silently.
Fighting against feelings that should never be revealed.
Not supposed to show what you are.
Only need to get them out, out, out!
Not welcome.
Not wanted.
Weight and hidden thoughts.
Rotting, rotting, rotting.
All they ever perceive of themselves is worthless.
Worthless feelings.
Worthless figure.
Worthless bones that are starting to groan from the weight of the sadness and shame pressing down.
Throat closing up with screams that long to break free but are never released.
How worthless, how worthless, how worthless do you think you are?!
Don't you see you can be free?
But don't take my word for it.
I am but a stranger same as you, dealing with my own fluttering thoughts.
But take it from this stranger who types with barely understood words,
You are not worthless.
You don't deserve this.
Let it all out, out, out.
Don't let the world tell you not to shout.
Worthless, worthless, worthless.
How come we all feel so worthless, worthless, worthless?
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
