Me

I keep on going on,
And yes, I pretend,
Pretend that I'm strong.

And I've seen the world,
From both views, both sides,
And I feel so ashamed,
Of the secrets I hide.

I've cut and bled,
Just to feel alive,
I've fallen for that rush,
To breathe, just to survive.

I've screamed my lungs out,
Cried countless tears,
I've lied for their sake,
To save myself from fear.

I lost myself completely,
Oh so long ago,
I'm holding things inside,
That I shouldn't know.

I do things to myself,
And I hide them so well,
I'm the perfect misfit,
Drowning in my hell.

I'm sick and twisted,
So lost inside my head,
I feel to the other side of the mirror,
Because then I don't feel so dead.

I'm a mess, a screw up,
That just shouldn't be,
I'm nobody really,
Except for the pathetic, broken me

Reviews

[Corey Lunare-]

That was intense. You write with a passion i don't find very often in other people's writing. I have been down that path 2 or 3 times and then think im over i but it always starts again. You hit the nail on the head with me sister. When we are don teonly question we ever ask," would anyone really miss me if i was dead, im ascrew-up", and then things happen...thank you for this read. I hope everyone ele realies how well you did also!