The day has gone .
The month is still alive.
The flowers are still blooming.
People watch you,watch you through a mask.The mask seems to be working because they all see that your okay your still breathing.Theres that one person that knows the real you the one that knows your not ok the one that knocks you off from the ground.They know its a fake smile, they know your not okay, they know your insacuritys,they know that every second of everyday you wanna kill your self ,you wanna be who you really are.Glue against paper.....ya thats what it is glue against paper you being the glue and the people around you the paper.Your the glue because when you speak no one can hear you not even a scream can be heard,You have no voice.You have no arms or legs.Arms to hug another person while you sob into there arms and shoulders to rest your head on while you try to calm down from crying hard for the past 3-4hours.Paper because every one around you just judges you they make so many fucking assumptions.They're so judge mental of a human being.You go to school and you see people get knocked down and kicked to death and you stand there not being able to do shit. Just watch as humanity turns on their own kind.
You go home to the worst battle of your life.Having to choose between the two people that made you into a human.Its the worst because you choose one person and all of a sudden you have the worst bubble in your stomach.Then your eyes turn into clouds you go to the door and turn around you see what you have done water is everywhere.You cant do nothing now all you can do is sit there wondering wheather or not your gonna need help in the future or wheather or not the other parent will forgive you for what you have done.
Later on that night you just fall asleep crying........
YOU ARE READING
Fallen rose petal
PoetryThe worst parts of life happen.They say it happens for a reason.Theres always a mask behind every thing ,a bandage to cover it up but underneath that bandage is a scar.Viola is speaking not I.
