I'm A girl
A broken one
One that cries every night
Becasue of the words
Because of them
We try to lie to ourselves
"Suicide is never the answer" Says they hypricate
Im a hypicrate
I tell others to stay strong
I bring them out of their own self hate
When I cant even save myself
Im a girl
A broken one
The darkness it surrounds us
As we try to find a light
Reaching for the light switch
When It dissapears, into the darkness.
It consumes us, pins us against a corner
It hisses
We lie to ourselves, saying not to be afraid
We arent scared of monsters, or the boggie man
But rather of ourselves
For we finally learned the real monsters are in our heads
She was 7
She was in the second grade, when she was first called ugly.
The darkness began consuming her then
By the time she was 12 she had began cutting
At age 13 she was called porkchop
For she wasnt the skinniest in her class
She started in grade 6.
Starving
Purging
Now she is a beautiful woman of 25
But she doesnt feel beautiful
The scars on her wrists didn't dissapear
They just got deeper, bloodier.
She hates the mirror
To her it is broken
But in reality, she is broken.
I am a girl
A broken one.
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Poems by a Broken One
RandomPoems for the broken. The ones that hate themselves, and everyone around them. The ones that are outcast or weirdos. The ones that hate themselves, the ones the want to die. The ones that cut, or purge, or starve. These are poems written by the brok...
