when will i be good enough? everyday they
point out all of my flaws, but i never once
pointed out theirs.
i used to be able to walk into a room with
confidence. now i'm just a broken girl with
broken dreams. except those dreams are the
only thing that keep me going. they've taken
everything away from me, but i won't let them
take that.
i felt the pain. so deep in my soul that it ached.
it fucking hurt. i cut too deep. she told me to
stop, so i did. i had nothing left. to mask my
pain.
i punched myself. it bruised. people could see
the pain. they see the fucking pain and don't do
anything except make it worse.
i look like a mess. everything's ruined. i'm
ruined. and nothing can fix me.
au: hey guys! i guess i'm just gonna keep updating you on my life.
YOU ARE READING
feelings fade
Poetrythis is just me writing about feelings and stuff. inspired by @anxietgrant