Hand on my heart, Knife in my back

I feel so broken,
useless
worthless.

I'm the envy of every girl
only because I get all the guys.
I've been bruised and broken,
Beaten and neglected.
I have a tough outer shell
On the inside
I'm fragile.
I break easily.
Little things get to me.
People get to me.
Inside I am nothing but a bag of bones
and red crimson blood.

You aren't broken
You aren't bruised.
Still envy me?
I envy you.

Author's Note

Grammar problems are apparent in this poem... no need to point them out... thanks for reading and reviewing.

Reviews

[Michaela Briggeman]

you just summarized me manda! ILY-- amazing read love.

[AchingAlexandra]

Hm. Reminds me of some of the poems I had.
I loved it though. (:

[josh B]

ur wrong if thats aimed at me im broken and shattered

[Short.Nerd]

Wow this is so sad kinda. Jealousy is horrible. Great job!

[Dreamer<3]

Wow. This is a really good poem. I'm really sorry you feel like this though):