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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1009982
A medium sized poem. Dark.
I'm shattered, broken, no longer of use.
So throw me out like the garbage I am.

My screams mean nothing, my tears mean nothing,
and my blood is just another stain on your carpet.

Nothing more, nothing less.

I could never live up to the expectations.
Not strong enough.
Not smart enough.
Not pretty enough.

I was always just an outlet for your rage.

Nothing more, nothing less.

My death is just another tally on your wall.
My inner desperation is just a scar on my wrist.
My weakness is just another broken bone you caused.
My soul is just an empty hole.

Nothing more, nothing less.

The screams were never loud enough.
The knife was never sharp enough.
The pills were never strong enough.

My pain was just an empty cry.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Despair was just another shallow tear.
Another sign you ignored.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Now as I lay here dying,
you plot ways to kill me.
Just another corpse in your mind.
Just another heart you destroyed.

Nothing more, nothing less.
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