Words From The Heart (Poetry)

Constant Replay...

I will lay there in bed,

my mind consumed with thoughts,

what-ifs and self harm.

I will remind myself I’m not good enough,

not pretty enough…

Just not anything.

I am lonely, sad, depressed and worthless.

The tears trickle down my face and then when I wake up,

the black eyeliner streaks down my red cheeks

will be the only sign that I ever broke down and cried.

I will cover the red line on my wrist and

I will say I’m fine when someone ask

when I know I’m far from it.

I will place a mask on my face and act strong.

And when I go home,

and go to bed,

I’ll do it all again.

Constant repeat.