"hey how are you?" or
"how was your day?"
she'd always look true
but she wasn't really okay
when school would finish
and everyone went home
she would stop grinning
as her act was all gone
she'd go alone
and enter inside
her eyes never shone
she would find comfort in the night
when the stars had shone
and the moon was bright
she would stare at her phone
and shake in fright
fearing that the world would hate her
hate her for her own being
she didn't want to be a faker
but she didn't want them seeing
seeing the cuts she made
on her wrist
or the need of food
that she missed
would someone save her?
or let her die?
no one knows
she'll just continue the lie
A/N-
the poem was cringey, I know.
Im not really a poet. Anyways, poem's mine.
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~ depression vents, quotes and slight art ~
No FicciónThis is just a book where I can escape reality and cry my feelings out. If you don't seem amused by this, you may go. People are allowed to also vent with me in here, so I won't mind the load of comments I might or might not receive.
