Exist
I feel displaced.
Unreal.
A paper doll living
in a world of fire,
constantly burning,
wishing for the pain to end.
aching,
to not have to exist.
I do not fit in this world.
so angry.
so lonely.
so scared.
so tired,
of all this pain,
and i can’t escape.
I’m trapped
in this rusty cage,
and my fists bleed,
beating on the bars.
blood trickling down,
my arms full of scars,
from every wish
that I could just not
EXIST.
Copyright © Jennifer Reynolds | Year Posted 2019
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