I seem happy, right?
You see no cuts on my wrists
Only the smile on my lips
You hear me laugh, you see me smile
But did you take time to look in my eyes?
Did you see the emptiness, the darkness?
Did you check my hips?
Darling, if only you opened your eyes, you could see
I was dying inside.
YOU ARE READING
critical veins
Poetry« beautiful scars on critical veins » trigger warning : cutting, depression, suicidal tendencies
