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Miranda Jun 2013
What has me?
Jealousy
Jealousy ruins
Everything.

I am jealousy you bestfriend,
Your ex.

How can I learn how to cope?
I cope by telling you.
How do you respond?
Your jealous of Erica?

It didn't help me one bit.
In fact it made it all worse.
Why?
Trying to cope now.
No help by you.
The one I love.
Miranda Jun 2013
Where did the old me go?
The one who didn't cry every night?
The one who never disappointed anyone.
The one who loved everything.
The one who always had a smile?

Everything morning when I open my eyes,
I worry about what's going on?
How am I going to smile,
With the pain I have.

When I look in the mirror.
I see pain.
When I look at my wrist,
I see scares.

No one really see 's my pain.
On one ask where my scares came from.
No one cares.
I'm standing knee deep in pain.
Miranda Jun 2013
I see all these girls,
They are all really pretty.
They have friends, they are taken.
Then, you see girls like me.

These girls you see,
Are outcast.
They don't have anyone.
They feel oh so alone.

Why doesn't anyone care?
Why are these girls oh so alone?
How can someone hide pain, like her?

She is used to holding things in.
She is used to crying everyday.
She is used to being alone.
She is used to cutting.

Why is today any different?
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Miranda Jun 2013
Can't you see me,
The pain in my eyes?
I'm used to this pain...
No body knows the real me.

Can you hear my heart cry?

I lay in bed at night.
I cry myself to sleep,
Hoping one day...
I won't awake.

Why you must ask?
       because, no one cares.
No one would cry over me.
No one on this earth would miss me.

As I lay in bed thinking,
My thoughts get worse.
And... I start to cut.
Miranda Jun 2013
Behind her tears
There is anger and sorrow.
Behind her fake smile
there is lies and fear.


She seems to be all alone,
No group to accept her.
Everyday she sits alone,
No one there to talk to.


She started to smoke and drink.
Hoping all the worries would go away.
When that didn't help,
She started to smoke ***.

As she lit up, what would be her last joint.
She thought about suicide.
No one would know...

The next day, she was the talk of the school.
No one knew why?
Her parents planned her funeral.
The star football player cried
The cheerleader felt bad.

Her little brother, wondered what happened?
Why he couldn't touch her?
Her sister became a drug addict.
One boy at school, cried for years to come.
Why didn't he ask her.
Suicides are the third leading cause of death.... let's work to stop.

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