Poems and Quotes ~ depression and self-harm~

What I've Become

I cry myself to sleep at night

Just wishing it would stop

Maybe tomorrow it will cease

Then again, maybe not

You push me and you poke me

You call me hurtful names

To me it's like a prison

To you it's fun and games

Your heart is made of ice

But it doesn't even deserve that

Mine was once a rainbow

But you have molded it to the darkest black

I hate you and I hate everyone

There is no one I can trust

Are you proud of what you have done?

You've turned my soul into dust