5-7-5

March 16, 2018
By Anonymous

People say I’m pretty,
People say I’m beautiful.
But I can’t see it.

I have lots of issues.
Sometimes I think it’s too much.
I am not enough.

I don’t belong here.
Am I supposed to be here?
No one will ever know.

Some say I’m depressed.
Say I have anxiety.
I suppose that I do.

I have some bad days.
I need to fill them with good.
How can I do that?

I am too broken.
They will never understand.
I hurt way too much.

Everyday, I hope.
Hope that things will get better.
Because in the end,

I have to believe.
Believe that I can be saved.
Be saved from myself.

All of my dark thoughts.
All of the nasty feelings.
And I can just be

Me.
 


The author's comments:

I'm really experimenting with this piece. I wanted to try some poetry, and I find Haikus can be extremely beautiful. Please enjoy!


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