Have you ever thought about the people you don't know?
How many of them are suffering on the inside?
How many are dying inside?
How many of them are just like you?
You sit home,
Alone.
You cry silently,
So the neighbors don't hear,
Through the paper thin walls.
And you die a little inside,
As you're shaking,
As you're sobbing.
Things used to be different.
You used to be a happy little girl.
Until you weren't.
Until you were thrown into the reality of the real world,
No guidance but the head on your own shoulders.
And it hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
