My Dark Poetry

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They ask me why I cry,

They ask me why,

I wear long sleeves in the summer,

They ask me why,

I stopped eating,

They ask me why,

I never talked anymore,

Why I always zoned out,

Why I would always listen to music,

But all I do is smile and lie,

"I'm fine."

Is what I say,

Every single day,

Although inside I'm dying,

I feel like I'm drowning,

And every one else around me is breathing.

All I hear is whispering,

I feel like everyone,

Is talking about me.

They probably think I'm fat,

Ugly,

Emo,

Goth,

Freak,

Anorexic.

They don't know,

How much these words hurt me,

Every single day,

Of my life,

They don't know,

That I have,

Heard these words,

So many times,

I'm starting to believe them.