Hurt Inside Poem by Mallory Horne

You look at me and see a girl with a broken heart. I look at myself and don’t know where to start.
I see a girl with faded eyes, her external wounds nothing compared to the one’s she’s got within.
Scars are nothing more than fading skin, while deep inside they tell her story, hide her lies.
The ways she hurt herself makes even her cringe. When the past comes into mind she’d rather be somewhere else.
Only a victim of circumstance she reminds herself, as her sane thoughts are caught on a broken shelf.
It wasn’t her fault he wanted to hurt her, or even take everything she held most dear.
All her life she worked toward her future, now it seems she has nothing left not even her dad’s old suture.
Now the same old feeling comes back, the one that makes life seem like a one way track.
Numb and can’t feel anything other than the lack of feelings itself. Nothing can make a smile appear, not even that stupid elf.
Would do anything to feel something, she doesn’t want to worry her upbringing.
Now she lets a tear stray, as her logic is so far away.
Dragging that lonesome razor across her skin, finally her outside matches the pain within.
A crimson liquid escapes the gash, she’s thinking that her thoughts are becoming quite rash.
Wanting to go back and take back that moment, to take away all of that horrible torment.
With this wish in mind she strikes again, who knows what she’s currently trying to attain.
If it’s pain she wants then she has overcompensated, it wasn’t her they all hated.
It was what she had become, living with her heart full of stone.
Now she lay alone in her bedroom growing colder by her own thoughts.
Between you and your addiction I am caught!
I’m not the one doing drugs or trying constantly to off themselves,
Is it really that bad with me that you have to treat me like yourself?
I’m not you thank goodness. For if I were I think I’d hate myself to the bone.
If this would have been information in my head then you’d already be torn.
Can’t take these feelings anymore, just because you lost me you are sore.
It’s not my fault I can’t stand you or your addiction; please let this all be non-fiction.
I Can’t take another lie from the likes of you, so yet again you and are through!