If I told you
the things that went on in my head
would you still look at me the same
or would you see me in a new light
If I told you
that I act the way I do because it's
expected from me
would you still think I'm the same person
or that it's never really been me at all
If I told you a blade has kissed my skin
would you still hug me with your arms
kiss my lips with yours
look at me with the same gleam in your eyes
If I told you I'm fine
would you still believe it
If I told you
I don't like singing or dancing
would you be worried for me
or happy that I don't do those annoying things anymore
If I told you
that I'm sorry for being broken
would you forgive me
If I told you
that my smile is fake most of the time
and my laugh is forced
would you be concerned
If I told you
I'm broken beyond repair
would you stay to fix me or leave me
out with the trash where I belong
If I told you
not even my sister could make me want to stay anymore
would you treat me differently
If I told you
that I want to die
would you be nice to me
If you would fight for me
then be worried
then stay to fix me
then see me in a new light
then think that it's never really been me
then hug me in your arms
YOU ARE READING
Torn Apart on my Own
PoetryA compilation of my writings about how I feel at my lowest.