May 5, 2015
Age:13 1/2
They think she has the happiest life,
but they don't notice the pain.
They think 'cause she makes jokes,
means that she's not depressed.
When they see her smile they think,
they see a real one.
When they ask how she got the scars,
she lies and they believe every word.
She wants to speak up but no one,
would care.
She's afraid everyone would make,
fun of her, calling her an "attention
seeker or suicidal bitch." .
When they look into her eyes they,
don't see the tears from the night;
before.
When they high five each other they,
don't notice the cut marks across her,
wrists.
She wants to tell people, but has no
one to tell.
So she writes poems, to share how,
she really feels.
YOU ARE READING
poetry about my life
PoesiaI made these all by myself, so please don't steal these. it would mean alot. this stuff really happened or still is happening to me. Most of the poems are kinda depressing. -Desiree
