Smiling like they're okay
They promise not to
cry or cut.
But do they mean it?
The blades say otherwise.
Blood stained metal
is cold to the touch.
Their parents don't even
know about their breaking
child.
All they care about is
drugs and drinking.
Abusing the kid.
Her friends don't even
give two shits about
her.
Acting like they care when
they see her friends true
colors.
Soon they leave.
Forever.
Never coming back
They take a bottle shakily
and look at their skeleton like
body.
Angrily putting the entire
bottle of pills in their mouth,
they get ready for eternal
slumber.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryThese are all poems written by me, if you use them please give me credit. Thank you
