Wrecked
Walking down a narrow street
Only looking at my feet
Scared of what I may find
If I lift my head and look behind
Regretting past and present mistakes
Hating myself for not knowing what it takes
My future lies ahead
But that is the most I dread
My misery and pain
It’s all your gain
Never will you see the better side of me
The mirrors are all broken
I can not stand to see myself
This living breathing, beating thing
It’s still me yet I still can’t wait to see
This body dead, buried, burned
A broken heart
Wrecked and mourned
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ohsnapitskarenposted on 02/24/2007
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