I will lay there in bed,
my mind consumed with thoughts,
what-ifs and self harm.
I will remind myself I’m not good enough,
not pretty enough…
Just not anything.
I am lonely, sad, depressed and worthless.
The tears trickle down my face and then when I wake up,
the black eyeliner streaks down my red cheeks
will be the only sign that I ever broke down and cried.
I will cover the red line on my wrist and
I will say I’m fine when someone ask
when I know I’m far from it.
I will place a mask on my face and act strong.
And when I go home,
and go to bed,
I’ll do it all again.
Constant repeat.
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Words From The Heart (Poetry)
PoesíaClose, personal, heart wrenching and truthful poems that come from inside me. Things I've dealt with, problems I've exceeded... and some I've failed, and some I still do. I advise you to realize my life isn't perfect, no one's is... my poetry isn't...
