#5. Me
#5. Me depression stories
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{Skin : a series of 7 poems, written by Lotus}

Read the fourth poem(, the previous poem) ---> https://commaful.com/play...

#5. Me

a poem written by : Lotus

I am flawed.

I am stone, stone cold.

And my lips are chapped, dry, drained of colour.

Am I dead?

Or am I death?

The one who storms into your life.

Leaving nothing but a trail of heartbreak.

Pain.

Cold.

Destruction.

And, well, death.

My eyes are wide.

My hair uncombed.

Under my nails, there's dirt.

I am broken.

I am in pieces.

And I've tried to pick it all up.

I've tried so many times.

And it never works. It never will.

My skins all rough.

And all my hairs stand up right.

I am imperfect.

I am a girl.

I am a teenager.

I am confused.

About so many things.

Not sure why I'm still here.

Why my skin's not yet drained of it's colour, my body lying pale and stiff in a coffin.

And I've put my energy so many times in something,

in someone.

Never receiving something back.

By now, I'm not surprised anymore.

I am disappointed.

I am angry.

I am sad.

I am tired.

Of myself.

Of me.

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