Behind the mask she wears every day, she is going through hell and doesn't know if she will get out of it.
She is fighting with her inner demons and they are starting to over power her.
Her will is slowly shrinking.
Her once strong-willed spirit is breaking.
She is slowly dying inside.
But she refuses to let it show.
Everyday, she acts as if everything is alright so no one will feel pity for her weaker form.
At home, she feels ignored, unwanted though her family cannot see past the mask.
When she is in her room, the door locked, the lights dimmed, she crawls into a corner and holds the cold metal tightly.
The music is on high volume so no one can here her tears fall and her pleas to end it all.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Just tired
PoetryThe word "suicide" have been passed around and even appeared in my mind before. What causes "suicide"? Bullying. Abuse. Depression. Pain. Neglect. And so on. These are some of my poems on suicide and the thoughts that have passed through my head. I...
