W
hen you look at me,
What do you see?
Do you glimpse a happy girl,
Or do you see the real me?
Most people see the happy girl
Who laughs at everything,
Whose smile will never falter
And has everything life could give.
But if you look closer,
You'll see the real me,
The girl who cries in corners
And has forgotten how to feel.
This girl has fought a war,
A war against herself.
This girl is a murderer;
She killed her former self.
This girl is drowning,
Suffocating in her thoughts.
Her eyes hold a silent plea,
A plea that no one sees.
For everyone is distracted,
Distracted by the happy girl,
The girl who always smiles.
Even when she cries for help,
They never see her tears.
Please look past the happy girl.
Reach out,
Take off her mask,
And if you do,
Wipe her tears
And take the blade out of her grasp.
BINABASA MO ANG
Painful Poem depression
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