Why Don't you understand?
That you can not feel what I feel.
That you do not know what I know.
We may have similar feeling or thought or expressions but they will never be the same. That I feel like I'm in a glass coffin looking up and watching as family and friends take turns throwing fistfuls of dirt in the ground that I lay in.
I feel as if I'm numb.
As if I can't do anything right.
I'm watching as my loved ones walk away from my perpetual grave.
But I don't cry.
Ha!
I try and I try to do myself harm but as soon as I pick up the knife.
It clatters to the ground.
Mother said it's just a phase.
One of those teenage things.
And I smile and agree.
But what she doesn't know that I'm watching as she looks down at my grave smiling a tearful smile with a look of disappointment in her eyes.
As the last scoop of soil destroys the light.
I'm shrouded in darkness.
My breathing turns heavy my heart beats fast my fists bang at the glass door.
But then.
Everything stops.
And I breathe one final breath.
As I lay there in that perpetual glass coffin
As I look down I watch as the one person who cares lies a single white rose on the tombstone that reads
"Here lies the Girl who tried"
And
I smile
Finally
Clear
Glass
Coffin
