Poetry of a lost teen

Noticed

Frail nails
Stringy hair
Dull eyebags
Running air
Shaking hands
Trembling lips
Twitching eyes
Numb cold thighs
Tightening throat
Hiding in a coat
In the corner of a room
I've met my doom
Fighting it back for all i can
Trying my best to walk and stand
Make it unnoticed
For noticed i am
That's my fault
For failing my plan
~H1