If You're Reading This Its Too Late

Winter

They always asked me what's my favorite season
I would quietly murmur winter with a reason
No one would ask me why I wear long sleeves all the time
I'm a person of survival
My soul was screaming for revival
Me a young girl who became suicidal

They would whisper my accomplishments and scream my failures
Wishing my life would expire.
Always running I'm tired
The scars , the names held onto me like a pocket knife
Waiting for the day to end my life
They say I'm suffering from anxiety
Was it from the hits of society
They would always find a way to bring me down
Thinking they are gonna win a crown
As the blood is oozing from my wrist
I felt as if I didn't exist

They say I would not last a day in the real world
I say u wouldn't last a night in my world

I call myself a tiger
I have the stripes as them
I may not be strong enough but I at least try
Every time I see something sharp
I feel like its taunting me
Saying come on let's be free