Poems book one

Im dead inside

I'm dead inside
No really I am
Check my heart it no longer beats
Check my bones they are broken
Check my arms they have scars
Do an autopsy
For my dead body
Check my swollen throat from suffocating on the tears after my body hanged
Look at the bruises that mark my skin from those with me
Check my brain that's full of pain and demons
Check my phone that has suicide notes saved to drafts
Check the closet that I stayed in then left to die
Check my door that's locked so I could overdose
Check the signs I left but got ignored because I didn't cry hard enough
Check my head where I told myself it's ok to hurt so much
Ask my family that never asked
Ask my friends who thought they knew me
Ask my teachers who heard me but didn't ask
Ask my classmates that thought I was weird and lonely
Ask the doctors who did the autopsy
Ask the people with the PhDs who were wrong
Look at the rope I used
Look to the glass shards I left
Look for the blades I used to cut
Never check me fully, you might find something inside if you do
Never ask for an answer I gave but got ignored
Never look for my self worth that I gave away to those who stole
Never check
Never ask
Never look
Don't ask don't tell