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Mar 2019
People say that they’ll listen, but that's more of a lie
They only hear what they want to hear.

They ask how I’m doing,
I say that I’m just fine
Then they walk away
But once, just once, I wish

I wish they wouldn’t walk away, satisfied
Accepting my answer
I wish they wouldn’t move on with the rest of their lives
Without even thinking twice
I wish that they would see the tears in my eyes
As I fight for my life
I wish they would see the scars on my wrists
The one's I attempt to hide
I wish they would hear the decay in my trembling voice
Ashamed of who I am
I wish they would open their eyes and see
That I am not fine

I feel like I am dying inside
More days than not
I feel I am slipping farther and farther away
With every breath that I take

I wish that death would come sooner
That sweet release from my suffering
But wishes don’t always come true
And people aren’t always there for you

So I’m left, a mess, screaming into an abyss
Alone
Written by
Brooke
172
   Tony Tweedy
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