Everyday Life

Everyday Life
Current mood: drained
Category: Writing and Poetry

Everyday things pass me by

Don't wonder why

Don't even try

I'm a stranger to my own reality

Walking, Talking mannequin of what I was once

Parents yell and then they hit

Sometimes I'm so sick of it

My only solution seems to be cutting, or suicide

I don't want to be like this

But my heart once full

Is now ice

I put on a front

I'm always nice

But inside, my sadness has consumed me

Gets worse every time

They hit me

No more goodnight hugs or kisses

Only my wishes of a different home

Or a way to end the pain

Permanently.