No one expects that the quiet girl in
the back corner is thinking about taking her
own life once she gets home.
Sure, most of us are thinking about the tons of
Homework we know we'll all have by the end of
The day.
Or some of us are thinking about the test
We have coming up. The one everyone conviently
Forgot about, but we have to pass it; or our
Parents will yell. And we'll get frustrated;
There's so much on our plate already. College
Is coming up.
But the quiet girl in the back corner isn't
Worried. She knows she'll have her homework
Done, and she knows she'll pass that test.
Not that she cares. Her parents are happy
With Bs, just as much as As. Heck, they'd
Even take Cs. Because her parents understand
Her.
But they don't. They don't know how she secretly cries at night. They don't know the
Pain and hurt she's kept in for the past
five years.
...she's itching for the bell to ring. She's
itching to get home. She's itching to end the
pain.
Simple slits to her wrists aren't working
Anymore. She just wants it all to end.
And then the bell rings.
People laugh in amusement as the quiet girl in
the back corner races out of the room. They
Think she's heading home to cram for that
Test. Even though she really doesn't need to.
They don't know what she's been through.
She's broken; but we'll never know.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Sorrows
Poetry"Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary." -Khalil Gibran
