A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]

Blind [A Poem]

You think I don't see;

oh, but I do.

I see you hiding

in the corners,

I see you shuffling

down the stairs,

I see you throwing up in the bathroom

when you think no one's there.

I see the death in

your eyes,

the hollowness of

your soul,

the emptiness inside

really takes a toll.

You think I don't see

that you've cried

all last night.

I see the scars on your

wrists from where

you've gouged out your

hate.

But I see that you're

beautiful. You looked

better without looking

sick. Don't stop

smiling. Take my

hand and we can

beat this together.

You say I don't see,

but you are the

one who must be

blind.