Getting Away With Murder
I’m happy
I’m free
I can go wherever
I can do whatever
my grades are okay
and I still have forever
I don’t have a boyfriend
but for once I’m not lonely
and yet as I sit alone
on my bedroom floor
I close my eyes
and lock the door
the green makes it bearable
it helps me stay high
but the green can also make me
uncontrollably cry
when everything Is happy
and everyone is glad
then why am I always sitting alone
so goddamn sad
my best friend thinks I’m depressed
another hates my mom
they think her hatred towards me is what
made me cut my hands
what they don’t know
is I know where they will check
I know that they will check my
hands for cuts and my
legs for bruises and my
arms for purple and my
face for holes
they won’t check my
Thighs
Chest
Stomach
Feet
Neck
hips
Collarbones
for all of the above.
And I promise you
there is always a way to get away
With murder.
Even of yourself.
Copyright © Kennedy Lea | Year Posted 2014
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