they leave eventually
wonder filled eyes shining happily
a clean slate to fill with friends
not knowing it could endhope filled smiles as they retry
changing to look good in their eyes
never reading between the lines
until the knife shinestears glistening they blame themselves
they hate themselves
they hide alone heart hardened
when will this cycle endwho are they anymore
life is like a chore
unsafe in their blemished skin
existing feels like a sinpeople leave that's okay
just remember some stay
you may have friends you see
and true friends become family
YOU ARE READING
Cringe Poetry
PoesíaRoses are red I'm dead.. inside... (All rights go to the artist behind that beautiful drawing in my cover)