She stands there,
Invisible.........
Never noticed
Never Seen
Trying to fit in
Dead by Association again
Falling down
She gets up with a smile
But no one knows she's dying
On the inside she's crying
But no ones care
She's ready for her escape
Her mind has been slaved
She feels vicious
She wants revenge
She hates herself
Will it ever end?
Life to her is a game of hell
Fake smiles, and being jolly swell
Death by association
She feels frustration
Complications
She ties the rope ad stands on a chair
With one last note to mark she was there
She steps off the chair and hangs in the air
She's dead now
...........and no cares
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
