Long poems from a short girl

existing

*not a poem 

The only indication that I'm alive is the beat in my chest

And even the beat tells me to end it. repeating its hum GO DIE

It repeats I ignore it.

No one knows why I have marks on my wrist 

Actually barely anyone notices I cut myself and told everyone that a cat attacked me

The story sounded ridiculous even to me

There it goes again

my 

heartbeat

It cages my soul yearning to be free

But the people around me are empty they already sold their souls

Im still here though should I die?

I know that no one cares too busy bottle flipping and twerking

Highschool is

 HELL

And most people around me have sold their soul to the devil

So I attempt to fit in so they don't notice

I smile more act like my life is the greatest and they believe me 

Even if my eyes are begging to be noticed that the tears forming in my eyes would be acknowledged but no I must keep on existing

Because at some point I gave up living

Now I'm just existing