You held back your tears
And wait till no one is there
You bring a blade, gather your courage
You bring it to your wrist with all the rage
You press it to your wrist
But you fear
You think
And see again that no one cared.
You slit and absorb the pain
And let the hurt wash over you like rain
You get up and go to the bathroom
You lock the door behind you and sit on the edge
You hand goes numb and so does your feet
You breathe heavy and your lungs seize
You think about sharing with others about how bad your condition is
But you realize there is no out there who love you enough to care
You think about the pain
and you think you are so vain
You can't breathe
So you claw your throat
You try to stand up
But the fear is too heavy
To carry out there cold
You finally get up and look in the mirror
You seem so ugly that it terrifies you
Your eyes big, glassy,
All red and filled with tears
You mouth red
Quivering with an Abandoned fear
You immediately fall and the
Panic sets in
You think about telling someone, anyone
That earn a humorless laugh
As you know none are out there
Who loves you enough to care
You lie on the floor to pass it away
After a while,
You clean yourself and hide your face
So no one can see how you felt about what they did
You walk out and get in the crowd
hoping you can hide away
Like there is a way
Your family sees you and so does you 'friends'
They laugh out loud and jokes
About how You don't care about anything
And can't feel a thing
You lie about feeling unwell
Like they know
Your condition
That is bad and severe
YOU ARE READING
but do they?
PoetryA little insight. A dangerous thought. Maybe reality or maybe not. You decide. When love turns into ugly pretty thing, what a contradiction.