this is me

my world is empty

im an empty cup

my glass is half full

but i never look up

 

my life is dark

my skin is red with welts

my body works againts me

what is this that i felt?

 

my emotions are raw

i am unfeeling

my being is cold

my shoulders are wretched

 

my family cant see me

i am blind to them

i am an inigma that seems so alien

only if i could not be so wretched

 

my worries betray me

my loves are lost

my hatrede suceeds me

and my caring haert is no more

 

forevermore will i be so\

to me i will always be

nothing noone 

a being not seen

This poem is about: 
Me

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