I see these thoughts
fly through my mind
I try to fight
but I lose every time
I'm no match
for these demons
that are whole
While I'm just
lots of broken pieces
I hold nothing but bare bones
Bare bones that feel like weights
It's hard getting out of bed
everyday
Pasting that perfect smile on my face
And no one sees that
I'm not okay
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
