I Am Me

I am me,
and what I mean by me,
Is that I am unhappy thoughts in the minds of slit wrists.
I am dirty secrets buried deep in young hearts.
I am self loathing and internal screaming.

I am broken hearts.
Lost souls left crying on the cold bathroom floor.
I am the track marks of mascara on crying faces.

I am desperation.
A broken bottle of emotions shattered and spilled throughout the kitchen.

I am the "Please God, no!" and "oh God, why?!" At 3am when sleep has been abandoned.
And 'what if's' and 'why bother's'
Because no matter where you turn
There is pain.

I am lonely nights.
I am the feeling of your heart in your throat,
Where every swallow is met with stone and you can't breathe.

I am miserable.
I am alone.
I am tired.
I don't want to be here anymore.

I am me.