No one notices anything is wrong,
until the knife cuts too deep
No one hears the silent pleas,
until they are no more
No one sees the obvious signs,
until it is much too late
No one seems to care about the lost,
until they are too much to handle
No one wants to help,
No one wants to admit,
No one wants to see
That maybe
Life
Isn't
All it's cut out to be.
YOU ARE READING
The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoetryPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
