I'm that kid you see sitting alone at lunch,
all the way in the back corner.
Everyone is talking to their friends and boyfriends.
But me?
I'm silent.
No one walks over to check on me.
I'm just there.
No one cares to wonder,
"why?"
But if one person,
Any person
asked me this,
they don't know that I would break down then and there.
They are all scared of that one kid,
alone in the corner,
silent.
Because no one,
NO ONE,
Gives a FUCK about that one little girl,
in the corner,
CRYING!
What is wrong with people.
Their mouths might be loud but thoughts?
Silent.
Because I get stares,
I know they are looking at me,
and their thoughts are all concerning me.
If only they asked.
That's all I want.
ONE FUCKING PERSON
to give a shit.
I know they all feel guilty,
for not helping.
They don't know.
This "silent little girl",
her head is filled with all but silence.
They don't know that my mom just died of cancer.
They don't know that I'm depressed.
They don't know that I have cuts up and down my legs.
They don't know that my dad beats me because I remind him of my mother too much.
They don't know that I'm crying because I'm plotting my suicide...
They don't know,
and they don't care.
These thoughts to me are as loud as the whip smacking my back every day.
And yet no one talks,
asks,
or understands me.
To them,
I'm silent.
To me,
I'm the loudest sound you could ever hear.
Please,
ANYONE,
make my thoughts loud,
rather than silent.
YOU ARE READING
The Sun Never Rises
Poetrythis book is basically just of depressing poems I have written from time to time, the stuff I say in them aren't true but writing them just helps me get my feelings out. i hope you enjoy my depressing poems.
