To damaged to be loved

Never anytime to heal

Bare more scars from my past

Am I bleeding is this real

Never loved for who I am

Always left for being damaged goods

Shown support at first then they always flee

Its okay I admit I'm a psychotic mess

But until you know my deep story don't judge me as less.

  • Author: Simone (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2017 21:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Been through a lot and always miss understood.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 30


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    Take heart Simone and believe in yourself. Self is where we can find our best friend and confidant.

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