Tears stream down my face as I walk that plan cracked pavement.
Just thinking,
Of how useless I am to everyone else,
How no one really likes me
How the people who do hang out with are only doing it for a joke or out of pity,
It stings me in my heart,
Causing the pavement to be littered with tears as I trudge on,
Just like I usually do.
Rain begins to pelted down fast as I make it inside,
I already thought of the ways to numb the aching feeling in my heart,
How to get rid of the useless waste of space that's classified as me.
I start thinking again,
Someone notice those cuts I planned to use to numb the pain temporally,
They’d would have gave me fake pity,
Or just plain celebrate that I was down a peg I never had.
I thought of how my parents would react if I did it,
They would be heart broken,
Disappointed
Confused.
I started thinking of the little things,
The things I would miss if I was gone,
The things I’ve improved on,
The people on the internet I saw and heard.
I much I hated pain.
I trudged my way to the kitchen,
Grabbing the nearest piece of food,
And cried for who knows how long,
Letting the tears flush out my pain and sorrow instead of cuts.
Clinging to those little things in life no one seems to remember
Because those little things keeps me safe from my inner demons for a little.
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My Little Book of Poems
PoetryThis is where I put my thoughts, fears, secrets. But with only one catch I monter and filter them some of the time.
