You never felt special,
Or loved,
Or like you were enough.
You always felt left out,
Like a loser,
A loner,
Worthless.
Your main focus was graduating,
Getting out of that hell hole.
You wanted to scream at everyone who had hurt you,
You wanted to look at them and say,
' I'm not who you say I am '.
But deep down,
You felt like you were.
You felt like the loser,
The foolish idiot.
You wanted to scream,
So loud,
Your voice cut out.
So long,
Your lungs gave out.
But you didn't.
You stayed silent,
And took the pain.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
