I tell people I'm fine. Heck, I even smile act like the old me. But why is it that at night when I'm in my room, I break down and cry? If I'm fine then why do I feel so alone? Why do I feel unwanted by friends? Why do I feel this sadness once again? I say I'm fine as I look you in the eye, but am I really? Can't you see the tears that threaten to spill over? Can't you tell what are lies and what aren't? Can't you hear my desperation as I call out for help? God, if your there, why aren't you helping me? You should know im not fine. I look at everyone around me and say I'm fine, but am I really? Or is everything you see just a mask, an act to prove I'm fine? Am I really ok at all? Am I really?
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Dear Someone
PoetryJust some thoughts of a lost girl. Just gonna put this out there but my very first poem is very dark and very scary. I, in no way, shape or form encourage anorexia and self harming. A lot of my poems come from the bad times I've been going through...
