Beaten and bruised
Shattered dreams
Ripping open at the seams
Feeling unwanted and used
Soul screaming for itself to hear
Lacking the ability to answer the questions
Scavaging through the dense fog for a refuge
Wanting to end this pain trodden journey
Pounding on oneself over and over
Trying to beat out the inadequacies
It has to be something about me
But then WAIT ~ STOP
Looking in the mirror at the ragged beaten soulSeeing what I have done to myself
Wiping away the tears of ineptness
The tears of pain and loss
Tears of fear and anger
Seeing the bruised eyes of someone who....has done this for years.
Asking herself why do you do this?
What do you accomplish by it?
When are you going to stop this self critical crusade?
Damn myself...I am my worst enemy.
It isn't you or her or him or them....
IT IS ME DOING IT TO MYSELF.
So stop it I say....stop beating me up.
I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!
I am not going to take it anymore...Hahahahaha!!!!!!
Diary of a sick mind.
