They look at my sadness with blank stares
They look right thru me as if I wasn't there
Maybe tomorrow it Wil be differant...what if I screamed?
Would anyone hear? Would anyone look to see?
I'm a make believe thing that's discarded and thrown away
I give in to urges to sorrowful for them to understand
I drew a picture on my wrist bleeding a river into my hand
Hate,failure,pain,guilt,loneliness,
Blind eyes dead and hollow filled with a depressive look
All those things that consume me,
You look at me like I'm crazy yet I feel things you'll never see
Things like the darkness it devours me my bleeding soul it took
I hate me can't you see in this surrealistic never ending dream
You don't care why should I pretend too?
The scars I have will never heal
Cuts and wounds placed there by you and you
Why can't you see that I am there?
Would it have been to much for you to care?
You just keep looking thru me with your blank stares...
YOU ARE READING
Random darkness
General Fiction*this story is very descriptive and may be considered triggering. Be in a safe frame of mind when reading* Thought wanderings of a depressed mess...No real rhyme or reason..insights about death, suicide, self injury, self hate,bullying, abuse. Allot...
