She's sixteen
And can already
Tell you everything
About self-destruction.
She can tell you how
To dress fresh cuts,
In the dark with
Makeshift bandages.
And which foods
Are easy to throw up.
She knows a thousand excuses.
"I already ate."
"I'm just cold."
"It was the cat."
She's learned to hold
All her feelings inside.
Until late at night
She can cover her mouth
With her hand so
No one hears her.
She perfected
Her fake smile.
And she's been taught
Oh so painfully
To build up her walls
High, to keep everyone
Out.
YOU ARE READING
Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
