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Mar 2015
i am so sick and tired
of being used as a punchbag
i know i can't stop fighting
and, believe me, i won't
but that doesn't make the damage less
and it doesn't stop the tears streaming down my face
it doesn't keep me entirely sane, either
world, why won't you recognize my pain?
i know i am so small,
as is the mountain on my shoulders
i know i don't matter,
nor do the things they put me through
but, please, this once
tell me it is worth it
say it's not for nothing

send someone to save me
sometimes it just gets too much; and there's never help on the way.
Infinity Leander
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Infinity Leander
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   Jamie King
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