My sadness is like a bruise
Or an infection with no treatment
Everyday it gets worse
And it eats me up more and more
The feeling of loneliness
Feeds at my heart
And it doesn't help that what I feel
Is undeniably true
It makes me want to die
And I swear I thought
That the depression was over.
I feel fat and ugly
Stupid and weak
Alone and tired
Broken hearted and pathetic
Invisible and mad
I feel like I'm not enough
I've felt like this for so long
And everything I do
Just proves my theory right.
People ignore me.
They run my heart over
Like a raccoon on the road
They shoot my body down
And say "why aren't you dead yet?"
They pick at my brain
To try and find out why I'm here
They slice my flesh
To see if I really do bleed
They fuck me over
Just to feel something for themselves
They rip out my eyes
To see if I still won't cry
They remove my stomach
So I can finally look "pretty"
They criticize my voice
Because they're jealous
I'm their little lab rat.
"Let's see if this'll fix her"
But that doesn't bother me
What sucks
Is that everyday it gets worse
And I don't think anything can fix it
Not anymore
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Book of poems
PoetryThis is just a book of some things I've jotted down. I've written over a million poems but I'm only gonna post the ones I think are the best. I try to make things relatable so that you guys can resonate with what I write, but sometimes it's just pe...
