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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Babbit Avatar
August 14, 2016 at 9:04 AM
Not all women are beautiful, not all men are handsome, some are plain on the outside, but you never know what lies within.
Gupta Avatar
August 14, 2016 at 5:10 AM
How nice you write ... why not sublimate your pains into creativity with words, in case the poem is not fictional ...
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