*Warning this poem may be triggering to some. Reader discretion is advised*

The words,
Now burned
Into my brain.
Left as permanent
Scars.

Worthless,
Forgettable,
Helpless,
Irrelevant.

Phrases that they
Said, there to
Remain until
My death.

You make life
Difficult ,
You don't deserve
To live,
Kill yourself.

Do you know
The feeling?

The feeling of
Worthlessness.

The feeling
Get when
You look in
The mirror
And can only
See your flaws,
Your ugly parts,
Your demons
And problems.

The words that
I hear,
That I think,
That I live with.

They are like
Bullets,
And the wounds
Are too deep.