I saw myself standing pretending not to care,
About the bruises under the shirt I wore to cover my breasts,
The sleek charcoal black coat covered all of me,
Made sure it covered my scratched wrists,
I was wearing my favorite skirt,
With leggings underneath,
I started wearing that long dress,
Made sure to cover the scars on my hips,
I started to smile more,
They thought I was strong,
But they were wrong,
I am anything but strong,
I cried out for help, but
Little did they know.
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Broken pieces
Poetrypoems about a teenage girl who suffers from depression, anxiety, loneliness, rejection and schizophrenia.
