I lived a life of hell Rejected Taunted Beaten For things I couldn’t help For being the way that I was I tried reaching out Searching for someone Something That would ease me comfort Show some mercy I stood there in the darkened corner Reaching my hand out But they just walked on by Spitting upon me as they walked Not caring about how I felt How I bled And what was about to come On the outside I was exactly what everyone wanted me to be Long blonde haired blue-eyed beauty ‘She should be a model’ They’d say But on the inside I felt unloved Violated Used The time came when I gazed into the mirror At the person who I used to be Took up the razor, held it close to my wrist Put it to my skin Then the door opened In you walked Silenced my tears Thank you For showing that you cared For without you I wouldn’t be here.Birth sign: Scorpio
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