Darkened Angel

In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an angel. 

The needle is breaking my skin

I succumb to a struggle that isn't mine. I abuse because no one treats me right and when they do, they expect things in return. I succumb to the agony that numbs me day in day out. This excruciating pain of silence hangs heavy off my shoulders and I wonder why I've been chosen to live through such a pragmatic quandary. I'm on the edge and I'm falling off, I pierce myself one more time to rid this torment. 

My dearest jack

Your love is not blind. You value outer beauty over inner beauty, and who can blame you? Why would you be content with someone as foul as me when you can have all of those plastic barbies, molded to please you?

Cupid deserves love

No one thinks of the heartache streaming through Cupid's veins.

Separate entities

Steal my heart and make me feel whole again.

The insignificance of my existance

Sometimes, I feel as though no one really acknowledges my presence. No body really goes out of their way to make me feel special. My life thus far has been in a dreamlike state, spending each day floating further and further into this black abyss which palletizes its quintessence around my existence. If I left this world, would it make a difference to anyone? I'm not saying this to be ignorant or naive, I'm just genuinely curious about whether I am cared for by those I love; known to those I crave attention from; understood by those who feel the same way; and significant to those who can make a difference.