
today i cut my hair
and i still feel fucking ugly
-
ma says
we wish for what we don't have
so i wish for it all
-
i repulse myself in every mirror
hand on the bulge of my stomach
feel the mass of my hate
-
the world is persistent
it still turns
and i still breathe
-
everything within now
is cold
and lifeless
-
i fight to regain the fire
of what i once was
of who i pretend to be
-
something happened
along the way
to make everything hopeless
and wrong
about me
-
maybe i was Made broken
maybe it has always been
like this
-
it was doomed from the start
girls will be
fucking bitches
and boys will be boys
-
ask me what i'm thinking
and you wouldn’t believe
the worlds i've made for myself
the way i can't exist in my own mind
for a second
-
monsters underneath the skin
fight to rear their ugly heads
to rip themselves free
to soak our sheets with blood
-
if God is real
why will he not destroy us
the question permeates
my thoughts and dreams
-
i do not touch or feel
anymore
to touch is to lose
and i've lost
so much
-
let my misery sink and simmer
let the pity sink into my bones
to feast on my festering soul
-
i will smile
in the darkened face of death
i will let them all see
a glimpse of the true self
along the way
and it will set me free
About the Creator
angela hepworth
I want to erase the tears of all those who trusted in hope; I want them to be left with a smile on their faces.
-Madoka
I’m Angela! I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, dumb self-indulgent stuff, and much more. Come check me out! :p
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