I feel alone. I dont eat and noone notices.
I put up a mask and it works too well.
Noone cares about me.
No thats not true, but I pull them down.
I ruin everything I touch.
Im a stepping stone for people to get to the other side.
Im the rock that got stuck in the middle of the river.
You know the one everyone turned into a stepping stone.
The rock people saw a purpose for and just left it to use.
The thing everyone just used and left for the next person to get across.
Never looking back to see if the rock stayed in place.
Just knowing it will always been there because it always has.
I push people to leave me and force them to move on.
Its my own fault.
I guess I love having a purpose.
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Thoughts Of A Broken Girl
PoetryWARNING this is my safe-space. Please understand I've written these over years. Im not a freshman in high-school anymore so I like to think it gets less cringe. But welcome to my mind.
