She watches as her life passes
her past haunts her dreams
her arms covered in gashes
in her head she screams
cutting deeper
as the tears roll down
her future falls to ashes
its happiness she seeks
as the blade cuts her heart weakens
as the floor creaks her heart races hiding her evidence
putting things back in their places
the door opens but all they see is a lie
fake smiles and long sleeves
why doesnt anyone see?
that I could be gone by July
6 comments
Wow thats amazing did you write it?
yeah my friend thinks its cool for a 13 year old to write like that most of my poems are about suicide and cutting though
Oh well whatever you wanna write about is fine and if it helps then its even better
well it doesnt help ive just had suicidal thoughts tonite and i thought ill write a poem
Dont hurt youself write poems instead if that helps with your suicidal thoughts
well it makes it worse but i think im gonna do it anyway yeah im the same one whos in jail rite now from my post This Is It