Empty
You don’t know what it feels like
So STOP your fake pretending
A life is much more difficult
Through the eyes of the depressing
You seem so amused, you spoiled little princess
The world is so different, when you have a sickness
It’s waking up every day angry you’re still alive
Its taking those pills, thinking you’ll be revived.
You know that pencil sharpener you had in second grade?
People like me have found the sharpness of the blade.
My thoughts are like a flood
When I see that line of blood
You think I’m crazy? Yeah, so do I
But your words are a trigger
And although you are bitter
Have a heart, because you don’t have the voices
Screaming at you to make those choices
“I’m fine” “I’m ok”
My translation, I want to die.
Because most days consist of sadness
And I just want to end this madness.
You don’t know what it feels like
So STOP your fake pretending
You need to be aware
For it could be a scare
When I’m gone
Due to
Your words
Copyright © Molly Phillips | Year Posted 2015
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