She's seventeen
and can already tell
you everthing
about self destruction.
She can tell you how
to dress frech cuts,
in the dark with
makeshift bandages.
And which foods
are easy to throw up.
She knows a thousand
excuses; '' I already ate.''
'' I'm just cold.''
'' It was the cat.''
She's learned to hold
all her feelings inside
until late at night.
And cover her mouth
with her hand so
no one hears her.
She's perfected
her fake smile.
And she's been taught
-- Oh so painfully
to build her walls up
high, to keep everyone out.
YOU ARE READING
~Depressing poems 3
PoetryHello! this is my 3th book, you can also read my 1st and my second book if you want (: i would really appreciate it if you would, and i'm sorry if there are some mistakes in it (i'm not really english) and thank you for reading if you do! (: lots of...
