The Monster I Became Poem by Julia Araya

My heart’s long gone, all the hopes I had
My body’s numb, my feelings dead.
Dying a slow death, what a waste
Crying myself to sleep, my feelings make me weak
This whiskey won't make me forget
Won’t make you disappear
I’ve tried so hard, but you still don’t see
Another cut, this one’s for you
I’m a monster, and yes I’m aware
I’m killing myself, with every stare
My blood stained shirt, and my cut up dreams,
Yet you still can’t see what you do to me, so carelessly.
The tears come down like this razorblade to my arm
Laying on the floor, praying for death
But death doesn’t come
My heart bleeds with every thought
Another gash, just for you
My heart keeps beating, but I’m already dead
Nothing you can do, will make me alive again.