I saw you in the hall today.
Standing with a group like you always do.
Hunching up your shoulders like you always do.
While they surrounded you, calling
"Ugly"
"Weirdo"
"Idiot"
And I thought about stepping in.
But then I saw you smiling.
Eyes closed, as you tried to fight your way through.
So I thought, She must be alright.
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I saw you on the playground today.
Sitting alone like you always do.
Long sleeves in the heat, like you always do.
Your lunch sat in front of you:
A salad.
Some water.
Nothing more.
But then I saw you smiling.
As you dug into your meal.
So I thought, She must be alright.
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I saw you after school today.
Writing on your arms like you always do.
Wearing baggy clothing like you always do.
And I frowned, because I thought I saw
A flash of silver.
A glance of red.
Red as blood.
But then I saw you smiling,
As you leaned over your skinny arm.
So I thought She must be alright.
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I saw you in the lot today.
Standing motionless, like you always do.
Eyes shut, lips moving, like you always do.
Not responding when I called your name.
"Ella."
"Ella!"
"Hey, Ella!"
But I was in a hurry,
And you didn't seem to want to be disturbed,
So I walked away, thinking She must be alright.
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I saw you in my dreams last night.
Balancing above a dark abyss.
Arms spread, whispering, "I'm sick of this."
And as I watched, you tumbled down.
Falling
Falling
Lost in shadows.
And I ran to the edge,
And looked over the ledge.
And prayed, Please be alright.
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I saw you in the hall today.
Head bowed, eyes closed, like you always do.
Holding it in, like you always do.
Suddenly determined, I walked up to you.
"Ella."
"Ella!"
"Hey, Ella!"
You jumped as I touched you shoulder.
You looked at me, scared, and I said, "Hey."
"Are you alright?"
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
