No one understands
How much pain you have to feel
To drag the blade across your skin
To try and relieve the pain.
No one understands
That the scars don't show weakness.
They show that you fought a battle Against your mind.
And you won.
No one understands
How much you have to hate yourself
To tear apart your body
Just to feel again.
No one understands
How hard it is
To hide the scars
To hide the wounds
To hide the secrets.
No one understands
How much self-hatred you have to have
To starve yourself
To purge
To do anything and everything in your power
To be skinny
No one understands
That these things we do,
They're our coping mechanisms
They're how we deal with our problems
Some people cut,
Some people burn,
Some people bruise,
Or scratch
Or pick at their skin
But one way or another,
They're all how we deal with our problems.
People just don't understand
No one understands
How hard it is
To fake a smile every day
To pretend everything is okay,
When really,
Your whole world is collapsing.
No One Understands..
YOU ARE READING
Depressed, Alone, and Broken
PoetryThese are just some shitty poems I've written that aren't very good.. Sorry if they're absolutely terrible...
