Some days I am invisible Some days I am seen Some days my friends don’t notice me And some days they are mean
Some days people look at me When I say something weird Some days they don’t listen And some days they don’t hear
Some days people judge me On everything I wear Some days they don’t look Because they don’t even care
Some days people say That I need mental help But I bet that they won’t stress After I’ve killed myself
So if you’ve noticed that I’ve been writing a lot of suicidal poems lately, don’t worry. They are not about me and I don’t personally feel those things. But I have many friends that do so I write these poems to try and understand what their thought process is. I am completely fine.