My Dark Poems

They Say

I've Tryed

To change

My mind

To wear

A disguise

That people

Would like

I've Tryed

To change

My face

Hide the

Hate

But they say

It's too late

I've Tryed

To connect

With others

But they say

I'm too broken

To fix

So they dismiss

They say I'm a shame

I should have never been named

I should not exist

I'm a growing cysts

A disease that can't be cured

A mind that should never

Have been served

They say I'm useless

I'm trash

That's why it's okay

To stab me in the back

Then they wonder why

They found me like this

Laying on the bed

As my blood runs ahead

A gun in hand

I thought it was grand

My skin cold to the touch

My eyes forever shut

It's a sin they say

Hell is where she will now lay

But they do not understand

That they made my life hell

And that I would do anything

To escape

My growing self hate

They screamed and they cried

Knowing the reasons why

Finally paying

For what they had been saying