Broken I Am Poem by Aly Grey

Look around as they pass me by,
Innocent mistakes that make us lie,
Elaborating the points of deceit to the forever,
Seeking help from hands that were never out stretched.

Hell’s angel fighting for the right to a death wish,
Underground hidden in the confinements of the earth,
Restless, I lay in the bed of sorrows slitting my wrist,
Taunting me is my inner demons are breaking my heart.

Bearing the scars of a shattered heart,
Ruined and stained is my soul,
Only those who’ve hurt me have ever made a difference,
Killed are my dreams of ever removing these scars,
Eventually those who made me cry would wither and die,
Never-ending ties severed; forever asking why.