*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
YOU ARE READING
Long poems from a short girl
PoetryThese are my self wrote poems pretty self explanatory and random shit is also hidden in there. Some contain suicidal themes or cover mental health.