Why is it
That when I scream for help,
Nobody hears me
And when I cry for mercy
Nobody seems to notice
But when little Mrs. Perfect chips a nail
Everyone goes and asks her if she's okay
And when she stumbles for a second on her 2 foot heels,
Everyone rushes to help her
Yet when I have scars
Running up and down my arms
Because of them
Nobody seems to give 2 fucks
And when she asks for something
She gets a million
And when she needs help
Everyone is there for her
Yet when all I ask for is one single friend
Nobody seems to hear
And when jump off a branch in a tree
To my death
Silent tears streaming from my face
My blood splattering the concrete
They just look over it like an everyday thing
Just another dead nobody
Another nameless idiot
No way to know who she was
Except the scars running up and down her arms
Marking who she was until the end
YOU ARE READING
Just Me and My Crazy Thoughts
PoetryHello, this is my first time with working with watt pad. Or even publishing my work. And just a heads up, this is not boring poetry. I promise, but it is very expressive. So read at your own risk.
