Happy?
So far from it,
the opposite actually.
Don't get me wrong,
I'll smile sometimes.
But rarely you'll see it,
like snow in,
Lake Charles.
I bite so beware,
you never no when,
and if,
it may happen.
My life is not much,
just black,
blue,
and grey.
When around others,
I plaster fake smiles,
to ward off any questions.
My only friend is the blade,
so sharp,
pointy,
skinny.
My frustration,
and depression,
goes deep into,
my fleshy skin,
and after it,
BLOODY.
Staining mirrors,
clothes,
and everything around.
Ican't,
I won't,
ever stop.
BY:Raegan Landry
YOU ARE READING
Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
