Poems And Prose

Are you okay?

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT COULD BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS. IF YOU ARE NOT FINE WITH READING ABOUT SELF HARM, I SUGGEST YOU SKIP THIS POEM. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!!!

She staggers down the street,
Her hair's a mess;
It sticks out from under her hood
And hides her sadness.

The whole world seems to pass by; strangers, classmates, friends
But still,
Nobody questions her.

Nobody asks why she's deadly pale; Almost like the lifeless bodies that are laid to rest.

Nobody asks why she's very thin; her bones seem to break through her skin.

But most of all, nobody asks her,
If she is okay.

She locks her door, and cries to herself, then writes letters to the ones she loves.

She tears through her skin, layer by layer, as if skin was paper, as if pain was pleasure.

She bathes in her blood, her clothes soaking wet, as she stares up and says 'I'm done'.

Then she closes her eyes.

If only I could rewind time,
I would stop her in the streets,
Give her a smile
And perhaps tell her 'Have a nice day.'

If I could rewind time,
I would stop her in the streets
Give her a hug
And ask her,
'Are you okay?'

And maybe if someone had
She'd still be okay
Perhaps living a better life
Than what she was living in when she ended her life that day.

And maybe there's someone else crying for help
If you are there please reach out a hand

Maybe

A/N
  Hey guys! Long time no see! *Rubs back of head nervously* I hope you don't kill me...
  Anyway, this was my first time attempting to write a less cringy poem with more... Mature topics about everyday life. Tell me what you think about it.
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Eternal_Flare😙