Scars

Poem 2

It's a filthy world she repeats to herself, 

while she grabs a blade,

maybe I'm better off dead,

she keeps saying,

while her arm starts aching, 

just one cut I promise,

it doesn't matter, 

nobody will notice, 

but even she knows,

once she starts there is no way to stop, 

now she has lost control, 

what a terrible mistake she has made, 

how will she cover all this mess,

people will judge if they see, 

they'll say attention is what she seeks, 

that is the reason why she feels so lonely,

her little secret might be save,

but how long until she breaks,

once she was a happy girl, 

she laughed and sang all day,

but one day she grew up,

her silly jokes weren't funny anymore,

she feels nobody cares, 

but her family and friends are all concern,

a huge mistake she might make, 

if she doesn't stop the pain, 

depression and anxiety are killing her, 

a little to much or nothing at all is what she feels,

she can't take it anymore, 

wrong time and wrong place,

that she has to face, 

she just wants everything to end,

she draws a picture in her arm, 

hopping she might go a little to far,

she is never good enough,

at least that is what she thinks,

nobody will ever love her,

because she is fat and ugly,

why can't I just die?

she asks every night,

however she fakes a smile,

and says everything is alright,

nobody seems to notice,

but she can't do it for much longer,

please someone save her now,

I wish I could tell her everything is alright,

I know this girl more than you think,

because that girl I talk about is me.