Crossing my mind.

I hate to write depressing poems,
I don't know why I continue.
So many memories blowing through my mind,
Some old, some new.
Some happened just today.

First, an abusive boyfriend,
Who broke my bleeding heart.
He pushed me down and rose me up.

Then, complete strangers mugging me,
They pushed me to the ground,
They pushed me down and rose me up.

Then, my friends get low,
One cuts, one cries, one tries to die,
They pushed me down and rose me up.

Now Im sitting here,
Stupid things crossing my mind,
The phrases that I despise.

"What doesnt kill us makes us stronger"
Then why do I feel so week?

"As long as there's love, you'll be just fine"
Then where is the love I seek?

"There's safety in numbers, you'll be alright"
Then why am I always afraid?

"No-one will harm you, ok? Now good night"
Then why do I feel so betrayed?

So many things crossing my mind.
Up and down and down and up,
Stupid phrases, broken cups,
Smashed up plate that's thrown down hard,
One more torn-up valentine card.

I lie there in the broken room.
Lie there.

I could do it forever.