Low self-esteem

No love for myself

In this great tapestry of life, I'm like one faulty seam

There are no emotions for me, they are hidden atop a dusty shelf

Cuts adorning my arms like a permenant spiderweb

The pain nothing to the cold bitterness of deceit

I'm at the center of the lying web

I'm just hanging here waiting to be beat

So close to death

Yet they don't allow me to have it

I want death

But they won't allow it as I endure the heat of a torch they have lit

They feel contempt toward me

I feel nothing in return

They can not see

That I no longer burn

Pain is only a sign of being alive

Which I guess I no longer am

Exactly as the emotion of love alon cannot revive

I am no longer able to give a damn

I cannot love

Just like you can't understand me

I no longer can be transformed into an innocent dove

You have not seen what I will always have to see

The pain will always be first

I will never escape it

I will forever be tortured by the intense thirst

For the knowledge I could not get because they would not any of it

Forver I will cry for that scared little girl

The one who had to endure the betrayal young

All her hopes and innocence lost in a horrifying swirl

Of the unending history of abuse left unsung

She hides away from fear

She hides away from love

She can remeber the punished shed tear

She can no longer believe in anyone above

She's broken

She's crying

She has a heavy sin

That she must carry alone with pain around her heart tightening

She is pathetic

She is annoying

I'm empathtic

I'm boring

She is me

And I am her