Dead!

Smile through the tears,

Hide away my fears.

Make them think I'm strong,

Even though that's wrong.

They call me ugly and fat,

You know what? That is that!

I'm tired of acting strong,

I'm tired of being told I'm wrong!

The fake smile isn't lasting,

And people start asking.

"I don't want you in my life!",

And I think "Time to use my knife."

As I get home,

I run to my room, all alone.

I lock my door,

Then fall to the floor.

I cry and cry for hours on end,

I realized the blade is my only friend.

I cut and cut,

I'm in a rut.

"I want to die!" I say in my mind,

"I'm done with my life! Nobody is kind!"

I hear all the voices in my head,

"Chloe, Chloe, you're better off dead."

~~~Written By: Me~~~