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maggie Feb 2013
You make this reflection that causes these deranged thoughts,
Or is it these thoughts that make this deranged reflection,
I don't understand why I think like this but,
I am yearning for complete perfection.

I'm wrapped up and entangled in doubts,
Doubts that rattle my brain,
So much pain I cannot handle,
It's driving me absolutely insane.

This feeling of being suffocated,
How much longer until I can breathe?
This feeling of hopelessness,
I've went numb, can't you see?

"Mom, why am I like this?
Why can't I be happy with who I am?
I am drowning in my own pool of thoughts.
And no one seems to give a ****."

"Baby girl, you are beautiful,
Every inch of you is perfect,
Listen to your mommy,
Give yourself some respect."

"Then why don't I feel beautiful?
Is there something wrong with me?
I'm tired of this,
I just want to be free."

I'm slowly giving up,
I feel so alone,
No one understands me,
I can't do this on my own.

Bottles of pills,
That should do the trick,
I fell asleep forever,
It was nice and quick.
maggie Feb 2013
Was her loudest cry,
She wish she were never alive.
All she wanted was love,
But instead there was blood.
Her mind against her body,
She thought it's too late to stop me.
Sharp objects and weak skin,
Oh, that sweet pulsing crimson.

— The End —