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Nov 2013
Can I
Chop off all my hair without anyone noticing?
Who would really care.
Can I paint my body deep, bloodred and
Purple because thats how i feel?
Would anybody
Anyone?
Ask if im okay?
Can i see a show of hands
A count of maybe two
Because like in PE, they are raising their hands,
Supporting halfheartedly a decision they
Havent made.
Are the warning signs coming true?
What if i gave away my bike,
My books?
Things i loved, things that were part of me.
Stripped away.
Would someone notice,
Say "hey, you're not okay?"
Its pretty hopeless so why
Am i still here?
Im not worth it
And you're living in a ball of fear.
Uncurl yourself,
Your shell is too thick.
When you dont let me in,
Maybe you'll wish you did.
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   Lizzy
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