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Im loud
I laugh loudly
I love loudly
Maybe one day
i can perfect the art of loudness
The loudness that drowns out
all other feelings

I smile alot
I laugh at jokes
Can you tell someone stabbed me
if I laugh and cover the wound with my hands
i f i laugh as my breathe slips away
and my hands turn red with my own pain

Im an extrovert
But can you tell that i secretly cry myself to sleep
That i have sad playlists so
maybe one day my last tear can be shed

I love my friends
But can you tell i hate people
Sometimes even them
When im on my phone and i get a text
i have to smile at my phone just to prove
Prove im not a horrendous person

Maybe one day
It will be the end
My loudness will quiet
My laughs will stop
And i will be in the ground

Maybe then the only loudness
Will be your sobs
As they echo in my brain
Hollow of thoughts
can u tell im a intorvert who is suicidal?
Esme
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Esme  15/Genderqueer/UK
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