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.
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Author:
Simone (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Been through a lot and always miss understood.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Take heart Simone and believe in yourself. Self is where we can find our best friend and confidant.
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