All people see from me
is a simple girl.
From which side they see,
I may have a perfect life
or I may be a total mess.
It's possible that
they don't notice me at all.
I'm slowly breaking, but no one sees.
I'm trying to speak, but no one hears.
I'm lost, but no one helps.
I'm drowning in tears, but no one looks this way.
I'm pulling out my hair, but no one questions.
I'm dying, but no one notices.
So if I died now, would they care?
YOU ARE READING
Standing
Poetry"I choose to believe there are more than three stages in life. For me, I say there are five." Eva Longsten was crumbling, but soon she found life was easier when you were breathing. She was holding onto who she was until she realized releasing he...
