Damaged: Poems

293 · Jun 2013

Damaged Jun 2013

Every day.
                      Every hour.
                                             Every minute.
                                                                        Every second.

I hate myself more and more.

                                                                                                     But every time I try to run away,

                                                        I get trapped by the truth;

                                                                                                                                                                     *That
                                                                                                                                                      everyone
                                                                                                                                              else
                                                                                                                                                      hates
                                                                                                                                                                me
                                                                                                                                                                      too.

290 · Apr 2013

Hidden in me

Damaged Apr 2013

Hidden in me

I've found it to be eaier to just keep to myself.

Not open up to anyone.

Because honestly,

who really gives a ****?

The more I open up the more pain I find myself in

287 · Apr 2013

It's like

Damaged Apr 2013

It's like

And it's like,
you always have to be so strong for everyone else.
You're always the first one to ask if they're okay.
But sometimes, they forget to check in with you.

And it's like,
you never know who's going to leave
and who's going to really stay.
So in the end you just push them all away.

And it's like,
people think you're bulletproof.
They think their shots will do no damage.
But really, every day they cause more cracks in your broken heart.

And it's like,
I want to be okay again.
But I've fallen so far and I've become so damaged;
that this is me.
And damaged is all I will ever be.

287 · May 2012

Untitled

Damaged May 2012

Untitled

Promises broken.
Hearts shattered.
Everythings gone.
Everything that ever mattered.
My body trembles.
My heart cries.
My head spins from all the lies.
What went wrong?
I'll never know.
Was this ever anything more than a show?

284 · Apr 2013

Spilled secrets

Damaged Apr 2013

Spilled secrets

I guess it just goes to show that the only person I can trust is myself.
And half the time,
I can't even do that much.

281 · May 2013

What reason is there to this?

Damaged May 2013

What reason is there to this?

They say everything happens for a reason.
But still I don't understand why;
why did you two have to become angles in the sky?

I still find myself believeing that I'm just going to wake up and this will all be a terrible nightmare? Really I just need someone to talk me through this. Everyone else just tells me to **** it up.

280 · Jun 2013

Stuck.

Damaged Jun 2013

Stuck.

I'm caught somewhere between the person I am,
and the person I want to be.
The hard part is,
I don't know where to run.

271 · Jan 2013

Will you see me?

Damaged Jan 2013

Will you see me?

As you were leaving today you said
"See you tomorrow"
but in all honesty
You don't know how bad I want to just go to sleep;
and never wake up.

255 · Feb 2013

Silently screaming

Damaged Feb 2013

Silently screaming

If my life was to end today,
it wouldn't change the world in any way.
Im wearing this smile that I dont believe in,
inside I feel like screaming.

247 · Feb 2013

Life

Damaged Feb 2013

Life

Another night alone.
Another night I want to give up hope.
Pain swells all day inside;
by the time I get home...
Ill do anything to feel release
My head spinds as I try to comprehend everything.
Why must everything happen at once?
Why does he have to be sick? Why did he have to breathe his last breath?
Why did that driver have to have just one more drink?
Why do I have to feel all this?
I dont want to anymore.
I cant.
Im alone, and I just want someone to hold me.

— The End —