The skin is white,
Lumpy and marred
The life's not there
On her arm
She cries,
She screams
In her dreams
Of a life
That was hard
To live
And easy to
Die
She screams
Of people not caring
She cries,
Of her dying
So when you decide
To care
She's no longer
There
YOU ARE READING
Paper feelings
PoetryA series of poetry that deals with subjects as depression and self harm. You have been warned...all poems are purely fictional to myself as a writer if anyone would like to talk about anything they are going through I promise everything is confident...
