In The End

In the end, I am alone,

left to rot under the weight of my thoughts.

I remember not the words of bullies,

or the days where everything went wrong.

I am left to think of all the times I cried out for help

and everyone stayed silent.

I cut off pieces of myself for others,

losing everything I was.

I am nothing now,

no one can piece me together.

And nothing I shall stay,

because in the end,

I will be alone.