Who Am I?

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I am the broken,
the nameless,
I'm the girl you'll never figure out.

I am the self-destructive,
the self-despiser,
I'm the one with too many scars to count.

I am the abandoned,
the easily replaced,
I'm the one you left behind.

I am the deceived,
I wasn't worth the truth,
but yet I'm the one who'd never dare tell a lie.

I am the schizophrenic,
the clinically depressed,
sometimes I am taken over by the voices in my head.

I am the suicidal,
the insane,
I'm the girl who spends every waking hour wishing she was dead.

I say these words,
but sometimes I question,
who really am I?

The girl in the mirror
is a girl
that I cannot even recognize.

My eyes are full of despair,
my heart full of hate,
for the people who treated me so rotten.

But still,
I'd never want revenge,
I just want these nightmares, flashbacks and memories to be forgotten.

I want to save those who are
broken, abandoned and deceived,
like me,
and let them know
that they are not alone.

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