My insides

by kendrea   Mar 12, 2005


I hate being me,I'm not what you all see.

my insides are not the same,
you would see so much pain.

i always feel so lonely and unsure,
if only there was a cure.

my heart has never been whole,
starting to think neither has my soul.

It's funny,on the outside i look so happy,
but on the inside i look worse than crappy.

they say on the inside everyone is beautiful,
but i guess i was fooled.

nothing ever goes right,
i always hafe to put up a fight.

i thought about cutting my wrist,
then i couldn't even resist.

not many people have ever actually seen the scar,
most of them stay way to far.

cutting my self didn't really do anything,
all it did was sting.

i always have that feeling,
and I'm still waiting for it to start healing.

i cant think of anything else to say,
i always feel this way???/

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