Flying Away || Poetry

Under It All

Bruised thoughts
Under all her smiles
Pierced mind
Under her twinkling eyes
Broken heart
Under the hands that hug
Bleeding feelings
Under all her optimism
Scarred dreams
Under all her laughter
Waterfall of tears
Under the cheeks that are always uplifted
Sliced wrists
Under her happy life

What she said she felt

Was not as it seemed

What she said to others in encouragement

Was what she needed

To get back up

Understanding from someone

Who knew what it felt like

Broken heart

Sliced wrists

Too many tears

So many fears

But no one would

And now, a gravestone

Over the so-called happy girl

She's gone

Because no one cared to see

That she was hurting