if you haven't noticed
the scars on my hips
or the fake smile on my lips
if you haven't noticed
the forced laugh that I've adopted
or the way i don't care about the things I used to love
if you haven't noticed
the blood stains on my sweaters
or the tears falling from my face
then don't you dare stand at my grave and cry
how can you cry for someone that you don't even know?
YOU ARE READING
all blood, no tears
Poetrya collection of poems and some 3am thoughts from a broken soul *possible trigger warning* this story deals with sexual assault, abuse, depression, anxiety, suicide & addiction. if you are struggling, reach out. it's okay to not be able to do everyt...
