Worthless.
I am worthless.
Just a piece of gaudy costume jewelry
laying abandoned in the gutter,
ignored by passerby.
I am ugly,
never beautiful enough
to capture anyone’s attention,
not beautiful enough
to warrant any kind of love.
I am broken.
Broken-hearted,
broken-spirited,
broken-eyed.
Can’t you see the blood soaking my shirt
from the lips I bite so hard,
just to hold back the things I cannot say?
Can’t you see the hurt in my eyes
when you say you don’t love me anymore?
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