She tried to dry her salty tears
She tried to put on a disguise
She tried to cover up the sadness that was hiding deep inside
But she couldn't
She tried to stop the blood that flowed from her
She tried to stop the little voices from feeding her lies
She tried to mask up all the perfect bodies dancing in her mind
But she couldn't
She tried to tell herself its ok
She tried to make herself believe
She tried to make herself relieved
But she couldn't
She tried to hide what she was doing
She tried to feel a different feeling
She tried to stop her thin vacade from accidentally peeling
But she couldn't
She tried to make them think she was normal
She tried to come off as cool and calm
She tried to defuse her internal bomb
But she couldn't
And all the couldn'ts took time away from her ticking catastrophe, and all the trying became crying and the bomb exploded sickness into her head that made her believe she was better off dead. So she died because no one ever stood by her side.
YOU ARE READING
empty nights
Poetrythis is what's really happening behind your bedroom door, what you feel but can't express without being seen as strange. don't worry, cause darlin I'm a mess too.
