Just a quick note. This is not about real events. This is a poem based off of my fears of what potentially could happen. I fear this will happen to you or to another friend or anyone else regardless of gender. I used female subject simply because it was what came naturally to me.
Thank you for reading <3
She was happier than I would ever be.
A windows wilting flowers,
and the shades of mixing greens.
With her shining smile that lit up a room.
A fun attraction that burned out the gloom.
And a laugh that was light,
and convincing and bright,
it emerged from her all the time.
She would comfort us all,
each time we would fall.
She would see through our lies
tell us that she knew we weren't fine
and did her best to fix it all.
She seemed happier, than I could ever be.
With my cold demeanor
and broken personality.
With her fake smiles that no one ever sees.
And a laugh that cracks as it shatters like glass because a mask can only hide so much.
She made us all believe,
Yes, you and me,
That she was fine
we didn't see the lies,
hidden in her eyes.
She gave hugs all the time
Watched the stars at night.
Ran her fingers through her hair,
twirled a pencil without a care,
because she was fighting a war inside.
We thought she was happier, than we would ever be.
We were just so stupid,
and we've payed truthfully.
Her laugh it finally cracked and shattered like glass because a mask can only hide so much.
We no longer believe,
no, not you, nor me.
That she's fine
we wish we'd seen past the lies
hidden in her eyes.
Her hugs have gotten weaker over time.
She thinks dark thoughts at night.
And we never used to know about it or why
she would never let us see her cry.
She runs her fingers through her hair
as she fades in self care
because she hasn't been fine in really long time.
And in a hospital bed,
a oxygen mask placed
on the face of a friend.
She lies,
probably not knowing that she almost died,
but wishing that she had instead.
She would wake up in time,
to find us all at her side.
Crying and begging for her forgiveness.
When all she wants to be is gone.
We never deserved her comfort,
her hugs from the side.
We hadn't noticed her health,
when it began to slide.
We were blinded by lies.
Clouded in our own fights.
And we had never noticed that she had been dying right in front of our eyes.
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Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
