Hopeless Potential

 

I cant do it;

I cant smile

And pretend I’m alright,

When all I want to do is die.

 

And in a sense,

I’m already dead.

 

This flesh I hold

 In the mirror,

Stains my heart

With its impurities;

 

Killing me;

Torturing me.

 

It is what I deserve

For allowing it to get this way,

And allowing THEM

To decide my fate.

 

I cant be THEM,

I cant be me-

 

So now I’m here,

Surrounded by white,

Pure, feathered devils

Who pierce the very flesh I hate

And leave a scar that will never heal.

Author's Note

Not one of my best...
Please be kind and honest!
Thanks.