I bottle up everything,
I hide my emotions,
I pretend to be okay,
It’s not healthy,
I know,
But i don’t want
People to be worried about me!
Slash my hand,as tears drip
Like the heavy rain
that thunders against the window,
Blood stains,Scars remain
You think i’m fine
Because i smile
But inside i’m not.
My heart aches for
My precious sister to
return,i wait
I cry for her,still
Noone comes.
Depressed,self harm,scars,tears,sadness,sister,death,heart aches,
Sister died 9/03/19