Who am IWho am I by karezuzusan
Who am I?
Why do you constantly taunt me?
What do you want from me?
Does it make you happy to see me suffer?
What am I?
A kind soul.
A deranged spirit.
A confused person.
Ever since that day...
I do not know who I am.
I feel like the scum of the Earth.
I feel like I deserve nothing.
I feel like I am nothing.
Why do I deserve to be happy?
He was not happy...
He was not the same when he died...
Why did he have to die such a miserable death...
And I have to keep on living with this fake happiness?
Who am I?
Why do you like confusing me?
Am I good?
Please make up your mind...
I cannot take much more of this...
The worst part of this is,
I am the one doing this to myself.
I am the one torturing myself.
I am the one who does not know who I am.
The Power of Wordsthey thought words were harmlessThe Power of Words by elisejwtts
they had their aim pointed at her
all ready to shoot her with hurtful words
she thought to herself "why me?"
they fired, hitting every inch of her body
the words absorbed into her skin, into her mind
the powerful words soon were a part of her
she, worn down, pushed around, beaten up, and torn apart, now believed them
they didn't realize how strong words really were
more powerful then physical violence
they were oblivious to the fact until one day
her parents came to her room on a Saturday morning to wish her a happy birthday
only to find her lifeless body laying on the ground
she left the world the same day she entered
but, what will never be forgotten
is the words fired at her months ago
scratched into her skin by a razor
all over her body were the names she was called
etched permanently for them to see
the power of words
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