I look pathetic when I cry.
My eyebrows come together
My eyes squint
My mouth curls
I sound pathetic when I cry.
Childish whines
Gasping for air
I can never catch my breath
Most of all, I feel pathetic.
The fact that I let you do this to me
Over and over again
Makes me think
What am I if I let you
Play with my emotions like this?
How much more value do I have than
The dirt on the floor?
The spit on the sidewalk?
The dust on the shelves?
What am I?
What am I?
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
