14. Broken

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  Why do i feel this
way about myself?
 
  Like nothing i do
is ever right,
that i am just
not good enough,
and i don't deserve
to be here tonight,
that i am just
not smart enough,
and that i
should never try.

  Maybe then
I'd never fail
and i wouldn't
have to cry,
but why do i
do this to myself?

  Cause myself
so much pain,
i said i
wouldn't do it,
but i broke
and did it again,
i cut myself
just a little more,
made just
one more scar.

  And although
i am away from it,
i know my knife
will never be to far.

T.O.G.K.

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