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.