Midnight Poetry | poems by L.M.

Pain.

They make me go to school,
Where I'm treated like a fool,
Teachers tell me that I'm slow;
My grades start dropping low.
I tried to give it my all,
But the results were so small.

I'm not pretty, the way that I look,
To learn that at school it only took,
A couple weeks of hateful remarks and insults,
I used to think it'd be over when we're adults.
But their words were knifes and left wounds,
Their words until today, still follow me around.

I feel pain, every day and every night,
Better days are way out of sight.
So every time I try to sleep,
These demons and thoughts they keep;
Me up all night, thinking, crying, asking me;
Wondering; how much worse could dying be?

Still people say depressions isn't real,
Then how do I explain how I feel?
Why do I feel so empty and so worthless?
Tell me how can I express;
That your expectations are tearing me apart?
It's just such a heavy weight- on my little heart.

My Friends ask if I'm okay,
And I lie to them, everyday.
They're just tryna be good friends,
But we all know how that story ends.
They don't have the time to worry about me,
Because they have problems, too.