8.16.2015

My emotions feel just as dainty as

paper, Even though I want to be as strong as

steel --

I want to be f***ing unbreakable.

I'm overwhelmed with being hurt.

Scratching my arms and face open until I

bleed, has become an unconscious

tic -- I cut myself down when my family

already does that for me--

I stop getting angry at them, and

take it out on myself

instead. It doesn't make

sense. I unconsciously try to rip my own

face off because you unknowingly try

to make me

someone

else.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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