Can I tell you a story?
There's this sad girl I know
She feels so cold and alone wondering if anyone can hear her or even see her
Is she really that invisible and unloved?
Or is she just blinded by the myths of her self - destructive mind.
Friends are rare by pain is near
Betrayal is her norm and comfort.
Death infused thoughts controlling her along side a deep depressed heart,
she is the girl everyone calls "the quiet kid" "the one that just never talks" #antisocial.
Can you relate? She does talk trust me, in fact she can talk a lot
it's just that no one would ever understand the scenes running through her head that keeps her awake till 3a.m.
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Self - expression diary
PoetryThis is my second book, where I share my writings/poems that I wrote as coping mechanisms to help me. All of which I wrote myself.
