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Walking Corpse

February 20, 2014
By poemsgurl00100 BRONZE, Calgary, Other
poemsgurl00100 BRONZE, Calgary, Other
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I never write about dreams or nightmares, I write about my own reality.


It glistens
in the light
She is amazed by
its radiance
She turn the point
towards the mirror
Lifts it high
and throws it

It crashes
into the mirror
Glass goes flying
all around the room
She just stands there
staring
into the broken mirror

She sees
all the little images
of herself in
the broken glass

She is disgusted
with what she sees
looking back
a sad, transparent girl
with eyes that
are bulging out
of her head
They hold a look
of sorrow and despair
Her bones
so defined
like there was no skin
at all

She wasnt always like this
People started to call her
FAT,UGLY,and WASTE OF SPACE
Those words stuck
with her
every waking moment

She would cry
herself to sleep
every single night
She starved herself
every single day

She fell into
the wrong crowd
Started doing drugs
Eventually started
cutting herself
in order to feel
any emotion
at all

She never felt
anything anymore
Never really lived
anymore
She was like a
walking corpse
Just went everyday
just being there

She bent down
picked it up
off the floor
She ended it

Some wished for
her to come back
but the truth was
She had died
a very long time ago
and now
She was never ever
coming back



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