I seem happy. I really do.
I smile, I laugh. I talk a lot too.
But look a little closer. What would you see?
You'd see a girl who isn't really me.
Those ice blue eyes that used to sparkle and shine;
They've been replaced with dull ones that beg for you to see I'm not fine.
That clear so very pale skin;
It's puffy and red and has marks that are thin.
That smile that could brighten someone's day;
It's fake and forced and put on for display.
The person you called and was there in an instant;
She's pushing you away and growing distant.
But those tears you never see;
They're about to break the dam that's inside of me.
Those thoughts, so positive and bright;
They're plagued with darkness and beg to see that final light.
So look a little closer. What will you see?
You'll see that that happy girl, isn't me.
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Dark Poems
PoetryMy poems about depression, self harm, suicide, anxiety, and anorexia. Things I think about. Maybe a glimpse of what runs through my over active mind. Anxiety is probably the reason I have these thoughts. I write them down just to write them down. Ma...
