She sits down at her desk
The sleeve eases up
And beneath the fabric
the scars begin to show
thin red lines on skin as white as snow
but no one knows
No, they don't have a clue
Of what she's been through
But oh, how they like to assume
Anonymously giving opinions
on the worth of her life
Edging her closer and closer
To the dance with the knife
As they call her life worthless
Meaningless and pointless
Saying things such as go ahead and die
Sitting anxiously as they wait for the reply
Okay fine
She types as she sits behind the computer screen
Reading over messages from strangers she's never even seen
It's just a bad dream
But there's no stumbling awake
No way to escape
She's running but you can't outrun life's mistakes
She doesn't know how much more she can take
Oh, it will never be enough for them
Until she hangs from the ceiling
Swaying with the breeze
Staring unseeing
At the switched off computer screen
She finally made it stop
She finally found her answer
She finally got better
But the messages keep coming
Only to different people they go
Anonymous faces who will never really know
The things that we go through
As we try to stay alive
Scars on your wrist
A message on the screen
"Who don't you just go die?"
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Handle With Care (Poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of the poems that I've written, the main themes you will find in this collection, are depression, love, and homosexuality. there will be others of course, the occasional funny one, a themed poem etc. I wrote most of these in the...
