My ribs are broken, my heart is shattered,
Now I lay on the floor, beaten and battered.
They said that they cared, they said they believed,
But whatever they had hope for, it surely wasn't me.
Now I feel trapped, I don't know how to leave,
It feels like I am prison to a web I cannot unweave.
Why can I not be what is expected?
It appears from the world I am disconnected.
For what reason am I not able to escape the madness?
For when it leaves, the void is only replaced by sadness.
Everyday it feels as if I cannot catch a break,
Each morning I truthfully hope I don't wake.
I know not who I am when I look at my reflection,
Changed who I was for fear of rejection.
The modifications made, made no change to my life,
Instead, the emptiness left me with a knife.
A knife, to use to change what I couldn't,
No matter how all that I'd learned tells me I shouldn't.
It does not hurt as much as I had predicted,
This pain, in fact, I have become addicted.
There is no going back from what I've created,
This monster that lives inside, made of everything I hated.
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Just a Feeling
PuisiThere are many emotions and feelings in the world. Happiness, depression, excitement, anger, despair, loneliness, confusion, fear, hurt, helplessness, indifference, etc. This is simply meant to become a collection of those various feelings. (NOTE:...
