They looked into my eyes with a sense of hope I couldn't deserve
I said I am ok and that I am fine with a sense of hope I didn't know I had
They told me that my eyes looked beautiful filled with hope
But who will tell them that they are not filled with hope but tears and guilt
I once told myself that I looked pretty cool with a hopeful smile on my face
I don't deserve the flower filled gardens nor the tiny little butterflies
I know I don't deserve any of it but still they continued to look at me with the same hope which I know I can't keep
They wished for my well being while I tried not to cut myself
Ones
Twice
Thrice
And the list does on as I bleed and bleed and bleed
People bleed red but I bleed blue and purple
I don't remember which color exactly but I know I am hurt but still smile so that they didn't noticed
I don't want them to know that their hope is no more
I hoped for a better something but that hope in me is dead
They don't want them dead
I don't want them dead
They told me I looked cute but I know I looked cute I told the same to myself multiple times but still no use
I looked in the mirror naked with fear in my eyes
I looked like a monster, like the ones in movies disgusting and gross
So many marks I don't even recognize them
When, where, how and why did those marks creeped up onto my skin
Coloring them in purple, blue, red and black
Some fresh some deep some new marks I don't recognize
YOU ARE READING
Words She Kept Under My Pillow
PoezjaI looked at the butterflies surrounding my body They floated in air and smiled and decorated my skin with their wings They took flight with me in their arms I know its too unrealistic to be true They feared that fire might englobe me whole and ta...
