I stand and stare
at my reflection which has grow pale and bare
Does anyone care
And do I dareNo one realises so I'm doing a good job
Until I feel my head start to throb
I try keep the act
Of hiding all the qualities I lackAt home my face turns blank
I want to feel something
A tear , a fear
Snappy or happyAnger or hunger
Sad and mad
I can't take this any longer
God this is getting badDo I write a note
Before slitting my throat
Or should I try call
To see if anyone would answer at allSo I stand here and stare
At my reflection that has grown pale and bare
My phone is still ringing
Does anyone careYou have reach +44 7******65 , after the beep please send a voice mail
*BEEP*
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Poetry
PoetryTrigger warning ⚠️ contains: suicidal thoughts, suicide, death . I will probably keep this incomplete for a long time as I will probably write more poems and upload them randomly.