Broken

She is broken, she can't be fixed. No matter how much other people try to help her and show her the right path. She doesn't see the point in getting better or doing better, for that matter. She doesn't trust too much to or in anyone. When things actually are good. she bails out. She doesn't understand why. There are some small moments where she feels she could do and be better, but they last too short to actually make her get determent about them.  She's damaged goods and hates herself and everything she does with each and every single fiber in her body. She doesn't deserve anything good and she knows that. She can never understand why anyone likes her, why anyone falls in love with her.  Her brain can't process that, neither it ever will. She has a death wish from when she was a 9-year-old kid that got hit by reality like a meteor when it hits earth. Since then she doesn't believe in anything good, not really in any case. She's pessimistic, self-destructive, angry, disappointed, a suicidal person that just wants to get away from everything. She doesn't see the point in living a life that brings no good. Her life has no purpose in this world. She's pure evil, there is something inside her that doesn't let her think any other way. Always black clouds, cold and rain, never a sunshine and warmth. Sometimes she thinks if she could feel that warmth just for a few seconds, she could change herself, but those are just glitches that never develop into something more. And as she writes this so-called stories she feels like she could write a thousand of them, but at the same time, she doesn't know what to write. 

Reviews

[Jayne sumner]

i really love your writing...not to sound arrogant...but...it's so similiar to how and what i write....and the part about turning 9yrs old and having a hard reality check...that happened to me at 9yrs old...the results of sexual abuse....u r a talented writer with the way your words seem to come from the pit of ur stomache and ache from ur heart and soul...i've had suicidal ideation all my life...i hope u don't truly feel this way about your self and carry all that self loathing...it's such a hard and tragic existence to live...i know first hand...i struggle and fight...see the light only for brief glimpses and then im drowning again...i can tell your a beautiful person by the words you use to express the feelings...if the poem reflects at all how u truly feel...i hope u can find happiness someday and fill the hole in your heart...if i figure out the key to this discontentment i"ll share it with you