This isn't a poem.
It isn't a story.
It's a truth.
Something that I FEEL
Something I've been going through...
I don't tell people that know me,
No about what wrong with my head.
The people I don't know,
The ones who are from the internet,
Ones who don't know my face,
Ones who know my personality,
They are the ones who know the truth.
No "friend" I see everyday knows my sadness
They ask if I'm fine,
I say "I'm good,"
Or something like that.
When in truth,
I have scars.
Mental and physical.
I'm not a perfect student,
I make mistakes too.
I'm not a happy kid,
Carefree and bouncy.
My friends need someone stable.
I am that stability.
To be simple,
If people didn't need me to be around to keep them alive,
Haha,
I'd be long gone by now.
A long time ago.
And the only ones who nees me now?
One hates me...
She'll find someone else.
The other...
We haven't spoken in weeks!
Maybe it's even been a month now.
So maybe it is time to die...
Maybe?
Maybe.
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
