Damaged

So maybe to you, I just seem sad.

but its more than that. I call it,

Damage.

Theres no fixing it now.

I've already, bled it out.

Cried it out. Screamed it out.

and yet, its still damaged.

You make fun, of the "emo" or the

"depressed".

When honestly, you know nothing.

A life in their shoes,

is an unknown hell to you.

I would know.

Being damaged, lost,

is unimaginable for you.

Its the feeling of being abosolutely

miserable, and being able to do

nothing about it.

No, you wouldnt know.

None of you do.

You will never know what its like to be,

Damaged.

But, we damaged people,

were strong,

we know we can survive.

Reviews

[Tallulah]

this was an amazing poem. its so stromg and powerful. i love it. i find it very easy to relate to. i love the message it sends out.