Don't you hear it?
The way she says she's fine?
Can't you feel it?
The words from her lips are lies.
Don't you hate it?
She's like a ticking bomb.
Dont you know it?
The shit you say to her is wrong.
She's all alone now
But surrounded by her friends.
Shes smiling right now
But shes just wanting this to end.
The sink is painted
With a deep, bright red
God she hates it
The things that go through her head.
And now she's crying
Alone in the bathroom
Jesus, her parents didnt know that they would lose their daughter that soon.
And they knew all along that something wasnt really right.
But they were wrong when they assumed that she would win this fight.
YOU ARE READING
Can't
PoetryTw//This story contains mentioning of self harm and depression. Please do not read if this may trigger your illness(es) in any way, shape, or form. Thank you.
