What You Don't See

Chance

She was a hollow figurine of lies and half-truths

Instead of blood, she bled unshed tears

Instead of skin, all she had was a hard facade

She was like a pool;

Deep at first glance,

Shallow upon further inspection

It made her wonder...

What would happen if she finally gave up?

If she was just a cheap photocopy of what everyone expected her to be, she was never alive in the first place, right?

It wouldn't matter if she was gone, she was never actually there

Besides, in a couple years, they wouldn't even remember her name

But she wasn't strong or weak enough to go through with it

So she settled for the next best thing

And as the sink received a makeover and her wrists experimented with,

She knew she was never getting over this

No amount of lies could change that fact

In a world where loyalties could be bought, where the physical bodies were the only thing that could be broken

Where warriors stronger than her had succumbed to the hopelessness, where lies were gladly believed over the truth-

What chance did she have?

So I know I usually update every two or three days, but life (a.k.a, absolute shit) got in the way, and I'm updating now. Sorry. Also, I've decided that I won't update weekly because I usually have way too many poems (if you can even call them that) crammed inside my head and I'm too impatient to wait for a week to post them. 

I honestly wasn't going to post this since, in my opinion, it's not all that great, but some shit's been happening my life lately and I'm too messed up in the head right now to write something, so I'm using this old one. I just wanted to get something out to you guys so you don't think I'm dead, lol.