She wonders what she did to deserve this,
Sitting in her room with a blade to her wrist.
Asking God why she wasn't enough for him,
Praying he will come running back to her.
The blade can only distract her,
From the pain inside her heart.
The blood can only flow,
From valley in her skin she crafted.
She drags herself from classroom to classroom,
Hating him and loving him all at once.
Sleeves cover her scarred skin,
For she doesn't want him to see.
In fear he would blame himself,
When in fact it is all on him.
Yet she knows its wrong to blame him,
So she puts the blame on herself.
She fears just seeing you with the new girl,
Her best friend none the less.
Wishing she were thin and beautiful like that,
That girl you have your arms around.
She remembers when you held her like that,
Your warm embrace telling her she was safe.
Safe from the outside world,
When she should have been running from you.
Yet she loves you for eternity,
Just like she promised when you kissed her nose.
She will wait,
For the wish on your fallen eyelash to come true.
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LIFE IN POETRY
PoetryDark, cruel & dry-humor. Three adjectives used to describe these poems, following me through my life. If a poem does not make sense, re-read with your mind open. Then if it still does not make sense, read my re-cap of the poem at the end. Enjoy r...
