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Sep 2013
I thought we were something real
I thought you would be the one
and
I though you said I was safe?

yet,
I'm laying here all alone
while my demons attack me relentlessly

while my scarred skin is bleeding once more and aching with pain

while I'm grasping at my body so I don't fall apart.
I need you and you never needed me
and
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for not being good enough
I'm sorry for my scars
I'm sorry
I really don't know about this. It's 2:52 am and I'm just writing.
Emma
Written by
Emma  LA
(LA)   
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