You don't get it.
You don't understand.
You believe what you want, think what you will.
"She's alright."
"She's fine."
"She's just an attention seeker."
You don't understand.
You don't get it.
You think I'm fine.
But I'm not.
I'm not ok, I'm not fine.
You just don't get it.
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
PoesíaNot for the weak of heart. Even the brightest smiles have the darkest feelings behind them. We all have a story. Happy, sad, angry, paranoid. We all do. Our smiles can be the greatest boundaries between ourselves and everyone else. Our smiles don't...
