Have I always been like this ?
So broken and scarred.
So naïve to the world.
Naïve to others' pain.
Never completely seeing how cruel
the world is until now.
So oblivious to the fact
others are in pain,
only seeing my misery and damage.
I'm just selfish,
a monster made out of skin, bones and
death.
Only seeing the negativity in everything,
I try to see the good, I really do but
my demons wont let me.
They hold me back and whisper in my ear,
"You're just a skeleton of a person, a shell.
You're not important.
Just die."
And I did.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
Have I always been like this ?
So broken and scarred.
So naïve to the world.
Naïve to others' pain.
Never completely seeing how cruel
the world is until now.
So oblivious to the fact
others are in pain,
only seeing my misery and damage.
I'm just selfish,
a monster made out of skin, bones and
death.
Only seeing the negativity in everything,
I try to see the good, I really do but
my demons wont let me.
They hold me back and whisper in my ear,
"You're just a skeleton of a person, a shell.
You're not important.
Just die."
And I did.
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