i look in the mirror and think 'what have i done to myself.'
doing all these things, thinking they would help.
i left scars,
deeper than the ones in my heart because feelings towards myself were bitter and tart.
the mistakes left on me are like battle scars from a war,
a war against an enemy,
a war against myself,
a war that i thought i could win without help.
that war brought nothing but pain and shame.
now i see i played myself,
like a video game.
YOU ARE READING
stay tuned.
Poetryim depressed and need a place to vent my thoughts. enjoy the journey in my mind. i hope you stay tuned for what's inside.
