I don't know if it's real
I don't know if I'm here
I don't know if these are
The feelings that I feel
I can simply just be trapped
Or maybe I am lost
But the scars on my thighs
Are the proof that I'm alive
The thoughts I always think
They want me to be dead
But the people around me
I don't know if they can bear
I don't think they'll understand
The reason I'm not there
I don't think a note's enough
To keep them all away
I hope that they don't cry
I hope they do not mourn
I hope they just don't care
Like they didn't when they could
I hope that they forget
That I was even alive
And all those memories
Hope they get lost in their minds.
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I actually wrote this poem back in 2017.
It's weird to look back on it.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary, // L.S
General Fiction[𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅] "Goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished and the book has been closed forever." No one listens to him so he pours his heart out in a diary. ~ short-ish story !!!Trigger warnings in the prologue!!!
