Alone, alone
Sitting on the wall
Watching other friends
Feeling two inches tall
No one notices me
Nobody cares
I tell myself I'm free
I tell myself it's fair
Today I am alive
Tomorrow I'll be dead.
Will anybody miss me
When I'm not found in my bed?
Why am I alone?
Why am I defective?
Is there something wrong?
Ambiguous, out of perspective?
Today I am alive
Tomorrow I'll be dead.
Will anybody miss me
When I'm not found in my bed?
If it was only sticks and stones
Then I would be okay, I guess
All least I could tell someone
Evidence, no less
And then maybe someday I'll be
Having bruises, broken bones
They say words can't hurt you, only
Sticks and rocks and bricks and stones
Today I am alive
Tomorrow I'll be dead.
Will anybody miss me
When I'm not found in my bed?
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Life, 14 - A Dark poetic collection
ПоэзияMusings on life in the form of poetry, written by a fourteen year old poet.The echoes of a life of change, of beauty, of sunlit days and the songs of love. But also the suicide, depression, and bullying. The self harm and self haters. Because withou...
