she was just a usual college girl at a glance,
look closer and you will see how her eyes dead
her lips dry with wounds all over and they are still red
one day she took a writing class because
she had nowhere to go
there was this one time the white-haired guy
with fatherly smile who called himself a professor,
raised one of the students' work and complimented
the suicide ending of the main character
he read it and she thought how it was true,
but then everyone started writing about
depression and self-loathing and
cutting yourself
biting your lips
clawing your cheeks
and ended with someone's hanging or choking in pills
she asked one of them who had written so,
'have you ever stood over a bridge
and your legs just felt like they were
going to betray you and every ounce of faith
you ever had in everything you thought you believed in?'
when she saw the strange look pointed at her,
she knew she was talking to a wrong person.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 6:00 AM UTC
she was just a usual college girl at a glance,
look closer and you will see how her eyes dead
her lips dry with wounds all over and they are still red
one day she took a writing class because
she had nowhere to go
there was this one time the white-haired guy
with fatherly smile who called himself a professor,
raised one of the students' work and complimented
the suicide ending of the main character
he read it and she thought how it was true,
but then everyone started writing about
depression and self-loathing and
cutting yourself
biting your lips
clawing your cheeks
and ended with someone's hanging or choking in pills
she asked one of them who had written so,
'have you ever stood over a bridge
and your legs just felt like they were
going to betray you and every ounce of faith
you ever had in everything you thought you believed in?'
when she saw the strange look pointed at her,
she knew she was talking to a wrong person.
