She's upset
About her day
Heads for the only place
She feels
Safe enough to stay
Surrounded by
Her favorite things,
Her best friends,
And her worst enemies.
She reaches for
Her last resort
The only spot
Left untouched,
She pushes down
And feels the sting
Silent screams,
Is anybody listening?
Blood rushes down,
She cuts some more.
It's not enough,
Her heart's still sore.
She stands up,
looks at her ugly self,
Covered in blood
So pretty now
"Stupid."
"Ugly."
Her friends whisper in her ear,
They know her so well,
With them it's clear
She needs to change
She needs to be better
She needs to stop
Everything.
To be how they want her to be
All those lies
Become the truth.
She skips a meal,
She throws it up,
Whatever she does
Is never enough.
For them.
She hates her friends,
But listens to every word they say.
She hates herself
Can't find a way
Out
Out of her mind
Out of this life.
Her best friends become a part of her.
It becomes a daily routine,
To do what they say
They control her,
She hates them.
But soon enough,
It'll all be too late
To get rid of them,
Her best friends,
Her worst enemies,
The voices, the monsters.
They'll take her with them
And finally
she'll be
Happy.
Away from the pain,
Away from the hurt,
Just numb.
With them,
Where she can't feel anything,
Can't hear anything.
She's just...
There.
YOU ARE READING
Poems... If you can even call it that.
PoetryI don't really know what this is actually, it's just a collection of things I write when I feel like writing. ***Warning: Contains triggering material. The sensitive and strongly emotional are not advised to continue.
