She gave up eating sweets,
And they simply thought she was trying to be healthier.
She started wearing long sleeves,
And they simply thought she was cold.
She locked herself in her room at night,
And they simply thought she was tired.
She wasn't okay,
But she said she was fine,
And they simply believed her.
She started to wither away,
but slowly,
So no one noticed.
But they noticed.
They just simply made excuses so they didn't have to deal with it.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe it Will End
PoesíaWARNING TRIGGER Just a collection of poems that are written about self harm and depression. All poems written by me unless said otherwise Cover by lilydawnxx
