What about my tears?
Did you not notice them as they yelled for help while leaving my eyes?
What about those scars on my wrist?
Do you not see I just want to be told that I'm here and I can be seen, that I too belong?
What about my silence?
It is the devil that keeps me silent, if I tell you that I ...,
he would surely kill me.
Yea I'm okay, what about the bags under my eyes?
I have just been too depressed to eat, sleep, and even get out of bed. Quite sad.
What about my life?
I'm expendable if that's what you mean.
Yeah I'm depressed...
What About It?
October 4, 2017
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Validity
PoetryThis collection of poetry is my story. This is all the things I struggle or struggled with within myself, and most of these things I've overcome. The purpose of this collection is to help y'all understand that you're not alone. Enjoy.
