My life consists of...

Life is a game and I feel like I'm losing major points...

Backstabbing friends

A knife,
the canvas of which dried blood is painted upon,
is stuck into my back.

Deception

I gave you my heart, you dropped it
into the shredder. Watch and see if I
ever trust you again.

Low self-esteem
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
whose the ugliest
of them all?"
Why, me of course.
Who else could it be?
I have scars as far as the eyes
can see.

School

"...And you are all cruel people
in this place...this twisted
hell hole of fire." 

Home

Too crazy to even describe.

Reviews

[(JR) Joshua Hernandez]

wow, very sad, but great poem, very nice and sad

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Awe this is a sad write...like most of them..this one just hits home for me...I understand what you feel like....good write though...and you're not ugly. Thanks for sharing.