Not What I Meant
I told you to leave,
I said I was fine,
I laughed it off,
There was something in my eye,

But that's not what I meant.

I needed you to stay,
I was falling apart,
Later I cried,
I just wanted to die.

Night and Day
I laugh,
I joke,
But that only lasts the day.

Then at night,
The sun goes down,
Along with my walls,
I  break,
I cry.
And just a little bit,
I die.

Then when the sun comes up,
So do my walls,
My smiles fake,
My tears dry.

My emotions are night and day.

The Weapons You Wield
Though they never touched my body,
Broke my skin,
Slashed at my flesh.

They tore at my heart,
Ripped up my mind,
Spilt my tears.

The pain is real.
The weapons you used are not the kind of war,
but the unkind words tinting my soul.
I lost the battle.
I intend to win the war.
-Madison Smith