...I get bored...I post poems...
We bury deep inside,
What in our hearts reside,
The secret that has not been told,
Our true intentions will unfold,
Slowly deteriorating, you’re unaware,
Not saying that you never care,
But there comes a point, we need assistance,
On your part a bit of persistence,
We all claim that we’re all right,
We hide from you our inner fight,
Happiness and a smile, is all we display,
But the real truth will have you in dismay,
We hang from a string; so fragile and thin,
Suicide creeping closer within,
We struggle and fight, everyday,
Cuts, scars and bruises is what we pay,
Banging our heads; pulling our hair,
Trying to release the pain up there,
But it won’t disperse, no matter what,
With tainted words you deepen our cut,
Debating between what to do,
More confused than you ever knew,
Should we die? Should we not?
On this subject we’re distraught,
Alone we stand, Alone we feel,
That death is the best option to heal,
We haven’t a friend to tell us no,
Or to brighten a path that never shone,
While we lie, we secretly speak,
With lips trembling and a voice so weak,
But to you we’re not worth the time,
Shrug it off and say we’re fine,
Is fine to you a suicidal girl?
Ready to up and leave this world?
Razorblade in hand; deeply carving,
Suicides lust for death is starving,
See only half the story; label us insane,
Fail to notice our life in vain,
Then act surprised when you get the news,
That to suicide another soul did lose.
