A lot of people think
We starve ourselves for fun,
That we slice for attention
That we are just plain dumb.
But they don't stop to think
That something may not be right
When they see those scars
When they see those lines
No they read us like a book
And judge us by our covers
They think that they were stupid reasons
Like 13 year old ex lovers
Not the harsh words by daddy
Or marks of a fist from another
Or the lies that have been spun
By your cheating mother
They read the silvery lines
Like a passage written in stone
They think they know everything
But do they know about home?
They sneer and call out
Look at us with disgust and spit
But why do they have the right
To give us all this shit?
Who gave them the permission
To come up to us, to say
That we're all cowards and pathetic?
That people have it worse every day?
We know there's people worse off
That makes us feel even worse
Because we feel selfish
When we genuinely hurt.
Couldn't finish it got a writers block I like it how it is, comment if you have any suggestions.
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Sad poems by a sad girl
PoesíaThese are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that...
