Worthless

She sat in her room staring at the wall

Knowing she could never be anything more than worthless.
Tears escaping her bloodshot eyes,
She replayed the memories one last time.
Digging the blade deep into her skin,
She hid her pain and sat there broken and torn.
Wishing she could go back to being that
Once bright and happy soul he loved.
But she will soon become a shell.
A shell no one loves, no one cares about.
Behind closed doors she cried herself to sleep.
Tears burning rivers into her face
Cuts opening pathways to her soul
She wished if he could just come back to her.
She hoped he read this and realize that the girl he loved once, wrote this
while fighting back tears and memories.
She sat here writing her feelings into this poem.
Spilling the words onto a word doc,
wondering whether he is also awake thinking of her.