Tears of anger and sadness
Will only lead to madness
The cuts on her wrist,
Are her silent wish
That she can't say
Because she's to busy
acting like she's okay.
The pills in her drawer,
Are her escape from reality,
To a place where everyone she knows, knows loyalty.
The tears in her eyes,
Are the lies she tells
to herself, as she sees
the blood trickle down her hand.
Because they couldn't understand,
All she did was an illusion.
There is shock, horror and confusion,
On her friends face, the next day,
When she hears her best friend killed herself, and left a note to say,
"I'm sorry... I love you.",
to the only person she knew cared.
So now the girl is crying
Because only now does she realize
Her friend was lying.
Only now does she realize how she was truly dying.
[July 2, 2017]
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Lost Verses
Poetry[It seemed unfair to just delete these] Lines to a story that never quite reached my tongue. (These poems are all mine. Please don't steal, cause that's rude af and you'd probs see me in hell for that, like you could just ask bro, no need to steal.)
