Everyone left her without a first goodbye.
She wants to know who could tell her such a lie.
She lies in her bed at night not knowing what to do.
She wonders and gets lost asking who could so such a thing, who?
She has all of these questions bundled up tight in her head.
Most of the time she just wishes to be dead.
Everyone sees a convincing smile
Little do they know, she's been hiding tears for a while
As she drags the blade across her skin
She makes sure she doesn't let anyone in
Because everything that comes, Must also go.
She knew she couldn't bear,
For you to do so.
For everyone, she puts on a show.
The "happy girl" you all think you know.
When she gets home, she realizes the truth.
The scars on her skin are the only proof.
The police when they remove her body from the scene,
They realize she wasn't sweet, she was rather mean.
Seemingly sweet to the world but she got angry when left alone.
Nobody ever knew what she did at home.
They see the scars weren't only lines.
She would have all of these questions, but insist she was fine.
But instead of paper, the questions would be buried deep in her skin.
Hiding all of the secrets,
No one knew she had hidden within.
【b.a-】
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Poetry for the Lonely
PuisiDifferent poems I've wrote at different hard times in my life. These situations will be relatable to you if you've ever had a heartbreak or lost a best friend or just simply felt like you're losing everyone around you and don't know why.. Including...
