They Pass Me By
I'm trapped within my own heart
I reach out my through the bars toward the people who pass me
Many don't see but the ones who do look at me with disgust
Whispering the truths that I don't want to face
I am…
Ugly
Disappointing
Disgusting
Unworthy
A waste of space
These are the truths they whisper
The truths that I try to ignore
But the swirl around my heart sharp as the blades I drag across my skin
They shred my heart to pieces as I realize
No one will ever love my scars
No one will ever love someone as broken as I
So I continue to shred my skin so my outside matches my inside
As the blood pours out so does the pain
The temporary relief is enough for now
But I know the day will come when one of those who pass me by will force a knife into my hand and through my heart
And then I will never wake up
And then they will pass by my corpse with fake tears as they pretend not to know what they have done to me
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