Broken


You're ugly, you're worthless
Is all I seem to hear.
I hear these thoughts when you're not near.
I cry myself to sleep,
and tear my self apart.
I seem to be dying,
can you not tell by my art?
I want to see you,
even one last time.
for I fear these thoughts of mine.
I'm sorry I hurt you
I just want to see you smile,
but it seems that wont happen for a while.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem