Ugly.
Anorexic.
Too small.
Too fat.
Is this really what society wants? Or is it more than that?
They don't love us.
They don't care.
They don't see how stressed we really are
as we run our fingers through our hair.
One cut.
Two.
Three.
And four.
Suicidal thoughts take over,
blood dripping on the floor.
A bullet shot in the middle of the night?
Or hanging yourself when no-one's home?
People crying over you,
over your lifeless body,
but you never realized that you weren't actually alone.
God is there.
God was there.
Through everything.
Your struggles, your sadness,
But you weren't listening.
He loves you.
He loved you.
But now you're gone.
All of you is a was, or memories.
Even a quote from a song.
People love you.
Loved you.
They truly did.
But you never realized it
until the day you were dead.
-N.M.
YOU ARE READING
unwritten
Poetrypoems & unspoken thoughts by nataleigh- // not gonna lie, a lot of these suck; i sincerely apologize for crappiness. (!!) || TRIGGER WARNING: || contains graphic depictions of bullying, self-harm, anorexia, bullemia, and suicide. reader discretion i...
