when they ask
darling
who hurt you
i cannot point fingers
except at me.
the one who
cut my flesh
burned my skin
drew my scars
it was all me.
i hurt me
and i cannot stop.
i hate me
more than anyone
cares to
i tell the girl
in the mirror
things that make
her cry.
i let people
treat her
the way the voices
in her head
say she deserves.
i break her heart
into a million pieces
and cut her fingers
with the shards.
you don’t deserve
love
you have not
earned it.
i broke me.
do not blame
the stars.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Silver Screen Magic with Mae West
American actress and singer Mae West became a popular film actress during the Great Depression. She started entertaining in vaudeville, then performed on Broadway, and finally went to Hollywood. She signed up with Paramount Pictures and made her debut in the 1932 film “Night After Night.” She also starred in musicals, comedies, and crime dramas. The American Film Institute named her one of the best classic Hollywood actresses.
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Beautiful and poignantly sad, resonates with how I feel often 💙 Anneliese
That ending—wow. What a tragic, soulful piece. 💔 I am so sorry if this is reflective of your life. I certainly found some parallels to my own in your words.
I think I might have said it on one of your other poems. But I truly feel like you’re in my head sometimes.
This is utterly heartbreaking. If it’s autobiographical then I am so sorry, but you’re so strong for living through it
Some poems are only skin deep, this one goes right to the bone!
Oh, self-inflicted pain and hate. Gosh I'm sorry, this was tragic and relatable.
Ouch, Sara. This packs a punch. Powerful writing, as ever!