I think about the end just way to much,
The fear of falling apart.
I want these curtains to hide behind,
So I can keep my peace of mind.
I try to hold on to my sanity,
But it just keeps slipping from my reach.
Why won't you help me?
No!
They can't!
They must not know!
You are an innocent, blonde haired, blue eyed, straight A student with no problems in life.
You're perfect...
Remember?
One day,
I will be free,
And you will no longer control me.
But today is not that day,
And you will do exactly as I say,
You don't cry,
Or get mad,
Anxious, flustered, nervous, embarrassed or scared.
You're perfect...
Remember?
Sometimes things are not as they may seem...
There is a part of me you may never see...
YOU ARE READING
Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
