Sitting in the dark room
The doctor in front of me, my mother by my side
Yet I feel so alone
I want to get better
So I fill out the sheet
Do I enjoy things?
Not really
Do I ever think I'd be better off dead?
Oh how I do,
I fall asleep at night praying for death to sweep me off my feet
The scars and fresh cuts on my hips tell you how I feel
I reached 20 out of 27.
"You don't seem like a 20"
Of course I don't
I smile when I'm crying on the inside
I stifle my screams
I hide myself
And put on a mask
I will never look like a 20
If I were to take off my mask
Everyone would leave
When my mask fell everyone vanished
And I was alone
I used to look like a 20
No one wanted to hear my screams
They plugged their ears and ran
They couldn't handle my tear stains and scars
They wouldn't pick up my pieces
When I held my hand out
The scattered like a flock of doves
While the ugly duckling cried with her hand outstretched
So of course I don't look like a 20
Because who would want a twenty when a zero exists in this world.
YOU ARE READING
crystal clear insanity
AcakPoems that i write in my spare time. a way to fight the insanity in my head read if you wish. thanks.
