I’ve lost the pieces
Is life a game?
The pieces need to be connected to have won
My pieces are gone
I feel so hopeless and destroyed
This is too much
I’m broken and there’s too much to repair
I’m too far gone
Drowning in despair
Why am I still here?
It’s not like I’m making a difference
I just take up space
I’m surrounded by people getting treated as objects
I’ll never be able to escape my past
It chases me and those I love
Waiting to attack me again
Worse this time
It will leave a wound I’ll never forget
@Ana2024 I can really feel the weight of your words, and it’s clear how much pain and struggle you’re carrying. Your poem really captures the deep pain of feeling lost and hopeless, and the way you express being viewed as an object really stood out to me. It’s a theme I noticed in your previous poem as well. Both poems highlight the painful journey of trying to reclaim your worth in a world that doesn’t always see you for who you truly are.
Remember - No one can take away your worth, they can only fail to see it. And your worth is not determined by what others fail to see, but by what you choose to believe about yourself. I hope you can find the strength to remember your value and keep fighting to reclaim it, like you are doing now through your poems. Take care.