Cracked Surface (That You Don't Seem To Notice)

A bunch of poems I wrote on various occasions. I'm a beginner so it's not that good and some are not about me.

Sometimes I think about others who have gone through way worse than me whenever I'm on my bed breaking down. I'm not someone whose parents have passed or divorced nor someone whose parents pressure me to study hard. I'm not someone who doesn't have friends or a loner. I have so many friends I can count on and hang out with. Some say these poems are about my ex or a boy I'm in love with now, but I'm not really sure either. It's like there's a different person out there who I write for because if you asked me if these poems I wrote are about me, I'd say no. Some yes, but mostly no. There's a person out there who is going through something, and I feel like they deserve to be written whether or not it's by a stranger.

There's someone who bleeds and cries, and it's as if I can feel and hear them.

I think about those who go through way worse than me, and I suffocate at the thought that they don't have the same privilege that I do. Of course, everyone goes through something. But I don't deserve to strengthen my nonexistent wounds when some do nothing about their real ones.

These could be about my friends or your friends. Maybe they could be about you.