I am a soldier.
Battled and bruised.
Pushed aside and second choice.
Mind abused.
Words as bullets,
Actions a knife
I feel it deep in my heart
Deteriorating life.
Always left alone
Never thought it would be this way.
On the front lines
Everyone behind feeling okay
Taking the brute of the storm
Always second choice
Intentions seem to be false
Missiles make too much noise
Bombarded by lies
Tears poison my skin
Tortured by exclusion
A battle I'm not going to win
I'm weak and on my own
Left behind in the dust
Losing all hope
Losing all trust
They say they will fight alongside me
Only if it benefits them
Fights for the one beside
From this, my hurt stems
No protection.
No weapon.
No army.
Just me.
I'm a soldier
Battled and bruised
Second choice, pushed aside
Always and forever will be used
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Diary of a Heartbroken Girl
PoetryThis is a diary. A diary of someone who has lived through heartbreak. Both friends and romantically. I've been hurt way too many times. This is just my outlet/story.
