I told you I was sad,
You blew it off.
I told You I was hurt,
You laughed.
I told you I couldn't go on,
You said, "Get over it."
And now you ask why I didn't tell you.
You don't hear the screaming in my head,
You don't feel the pain I feel,
You don't hear the despair in my voice
Or see the light in my eyes go off.
Her last words:
You don't know. You don't know what I live through.
YOU ARE READING
Her Last Words
PoetryA story of Depression, Self-Harm, Suicide, Cutting, Despair, and Death