"Why a sweater?"
"I'm just cold."
The lies you are being told.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"I ate earlier."
I wish I was curvier.
"Why so many bracelets?"
"Fashion, I guess."
It's because my wrists are a mess.
"Why are you crying?"
"It's fine, it's not like in dying."
Oh, but it is.
"Why the tear stained face?"
I feel like i could be replaced.
I try and try to be perfect,
Less if it, More of this.
"You could be better."
Cut cut put on a sweater.
"You could be thinner- your collarbones don't show."
Purge purge can't let them know.
"Go die."
Maybe I will.
Take the pills. Fall in an ever-lasting sleep.
I was suicidal, please don't act surprised. Why are you crying, baby?
I thought you wanted me to die.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by a distressed teen
Poetry"HI THIS IS POETY IS SO SURPRISING DARK FOR ME IT IS SCARY."
