Don't you ever feel sad.
Like no one here cares & you just want to disappear.
Like everyone is just waiting for you to kill yourself.
Like you are the ugliest out of all of your friends.
Like you are worthless.
No matter what you do. Not a single guy would ever like you because of your scars.
Same.
I've been living with this my whole life.
Where my friends are always getting compliments.
I feel left out. I'm the ugly one.
Sometimes i wish it wasn't me.
I didn't choose to self harm.
The blade just called my name.
I'm sorry i can't be perfect.
But this is how i feel because people judge me.
Insecure.
YOU ARE READING
Insecure
PoetryOkay so this is a short poem. Or story. I know how some of you feel. I have felt the same for several years.