I am shattered.
I am broken enough
And people are still trying to kill me .
They each day remind me of my awful looks,
I wish I would tell them ,
I am broken enough to ,
Not be able to get up in this life ,
I just don't get what they want from me ,
Should I just kill myself infront of them.
For them I am just a monster from the hills.
Who they just want to kill.
Please listen to my screams at midnight,
How my guilt stabs me every night ,
How I hurt myself each night,
Why don't they get it .
My anxiety won't let me hurt you .
I am sorry but it pains .
I am cursed to be a monster,
I starve of kindness ,
Why are people so mean to me .
Do they even know me .
I am created with flesh and blood ,
Just as you are created ,
I live in the hills alone ,
And cry myself to sleep.
One morning I woke up tied to ropes.
Sharp objects pierced through my heart.
I cried for , I begged humans don't kill .
More then their daggers ,
Their words hurt.
They prayed for me to die .
I prayed with them too.