I wonder sometimes,
How many pills
or cuts
or bruises
or accidents
or screams
or tears
or scars
or breakdowns
or burns
or harsh words
or panic attacks
or bad days
would it take to prove to you all, I resemble a tree
I appear strong, and beautiful on the outside
People use me to climb and they use me for shade
But when a part of me snaps inside
I am left with nothing, but my rotting years....
I'm no longer strong, nor beautiful
I'm used, and rotting away with the rest of the world
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We are all Just Human (Poetry)
PoetryWe have all felt like an Outsider alone in the world. We destroy our self esteem, and cry ourself to sleep. We have all hurt ourself and others to feel better. We do this all because we are human. And human is all we are going to be.