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Don't call me beautiful
Before you notice how much I read
Or how often I drown empty pages with words
Or even how often I light up a joint

Don't call me beautiful
Before you learn all my faults
Or my insecurities
Or even my death yearning addictions

Don't call me beautiful
Before you get to really know me
Even if my past makes you think less of me
Because I hate being identified by my body
My name is Lonely
And I hate people
Because my social anxiety holds me hostage

My name is God
And I hate my creator
Because the temple he built for me is ugly

My name is Depression
And I hate happiness
Because it regected me so many times before

My name is Anxeity
And I hate to fear
Because I am afraid of living

My name is ****
And I hate my body
Because men sexualize it

My name is Nothing
And I hate everything
Because everything is something
When I haven't held your hand
Kissed your lips
But still yearn to be held in your arms

When I haven't slept a night without dreaming of you
Woken in the morning without thinking of you
But go through the day ignoring the thought of you so I don't breakdown in front of my peers

When my heart aches
When I cry myself to sleep
But convince myself the thought of you is worth the pain of not having you
If they knew what she did behind closed doors
When the lights were off
And there were no sounds

If they knew what she did with the blades
When she is sad
And feels so alone

If they knew what she did with the fire
When she was in pain
And she wanted to hurt more

*Their minds would change
And then he wrote
Wrote poems built from faith and wisdom

And then she wrote
Wrote poems built from heart ache and tears

If only he'd notice her suffer
If only she'd let him see her pain
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