next time you pass somebody,
remember, they may look at you,
but all they see is an empty shadow.
they don't notice
the pain behind your eyes,
or the bruises on your legs,
or the cuts on your wrist,
hidden by the long sleeves,
and bracelets,
and drug store foundation.
they don't notice
now you are silently suffering
from a broken heart,
that not even his warm hug,
or her soothing voice,
or even your favorite song
could heal.
they don't notice how you wobble when you walk
because you haven't eaten
in almost a week.
or the way you slur your speech,
because you stayed up last night,
drinking the pain away.
and when you disappear
they will lie
and say they noticed you.
YOU ARE READING
forget.
PoetryThere is mention of depression, suicide and self harm in certain chapters in this book; if that bothers you in any way, please don't read. if you choose to, however, be warned. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
