No one mourns the girl with the slit wrists,
Not a soul can bear her pain,
Walk a mile in her shoes,
Death row calling her name.
Tucked behind clever eyes,
The shiny blades reflect the light,
Portraying a happy girl,
Tricking all since age of only 8.
Vanishing, but still there,
The pink lines beneath her sleeve,
Scream for help,
Trapped behind a joyous smile.
No one mourns the girl floating in her Red Sea,
Not a soul can understand her past,
Be dragged a mile in her shoes,
Realize her death row sings a sweet symphony,
In the awful life she lives.
No one mourns for her,
No one gets her pain,
No one notices her silence,
Until she finally vanishes away.
JE LEEST
Poems of the Silented Girl
PoëzieI decided to publish some of my poems I have written over the years. Yes, some are extremely awful and some are rather sad. Some of them are lyrical remixes that I used when I couldn't find my own words for how I felt. I will like to put this discla...
