Fairytales Poem by Hope Marie Blankenship

All those fairytales
I was told as a child
all those happy endings I was told were real
well I no longer think that
they exist
because every time I fall in love
every time that I learn to trust
every time I give them my all
it always ends up like this
now I'm standing here... alone
no one to turn to
nowhere to run
its like I'm staring down the
barrel of a loaded gun
feels like I've been shot
but I'm only bleeding from within
why does this always happen
it's like I'm never good enough
I've been told I'm worthless so many times
I'm starting to believe that I am
the people I thought cared
apparently no longer do I guess its true
I really am all alone
all those fairytales
we were all told
whoever wrote them they were all wrong
happy endings? they don't exist
in the real world