Useless Things
These scars cover your body,
It’s what you have become
you can’t help myself,
you just won’t work.
The pills are useless
The cuts hurt
They do nothing for me
Nothing brings you joy
Is this the way it has to be?
I've not been there
I don’t know how you feel
It’s attacked your body, it controls your life
Like stabbing your mind with a fatal knife
It controls you
And I feel useless.
With no aim in life and no feelings to consider
It brings you pain
It brings me heartache
you can’t help myself
Is this what you have become?
Copyright © Becky Dunne | Year Posted 2009
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