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Annie Fraser Poem
The smile was on, the grades were good,
I ate my dinner like I should.
No angry outbursts, no slammed door,
Just quiet days and nothing more.
Inside, a storm began to brew,
A tangled mess, they never knew.
Each day a weight, a heavy stone,
I carried it almost alone.
They saw the surface, calm and bright,
Not shadows growing in the night.
They thought I blossomed, strong and free,
While branches broke inside of me.
And then the fall, a sudden crash,
A whispered plea, a silent lash.
Too late, they saw the wounded soul,
The story I could not make whole.
Copyright © Annie Fraser | Year Posted 2026
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Annie Fraser Poem
would you still love me if my flaws were bare,
if shadows clung to the corners of my heart?
can warmth persist when the truth lays bare,
or would the weight of sins pull us apart?
I hide the whispers of my darkest days,
yet in the light, I crave your steady gaze.
in every stumble, every fight,
would you still hold me close within your sight?
with each confession, would your kindness swell,
or would my burdens be too much to tell?
in love, we weave a fragile, tender thread,
together, can we face what lies ahead?
Copyright © Annie Fraser | Year Posted 2026
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Annie Fraser Poem
Roses are red, violets are blue,
The world feels brighter, it's true.
A lighter burden, a peaceful release,
Everyone is happier, when I die.
No more worries, no more strife,
Just rest, a different life.
A gentle silence, a calm, deep sigh,
Everyone is happier, when I die.
The sun will shine, the birds will sing,
Joyful feelings, they will bring.
A lifted spirit, reaching for the sky,
Everyone is happier when I die.
Copyright © Annie Fraser | Year Posted 2026
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Annie Fraser Poem
Self-harm is my vice,
A vice that is not nice,
Nice is not the something,
The something to change the nothing,
Nothing is what I normally felt,
I felt trapped screaming for help,
Help that would never come,
Come watch as I feel like my life is done,
Done with these scars,
Scars that cover my arms,
Arms that bleed with the poke of a blade,
The blade in which my hand found a way,
A way to not feel numb,
Numb is the feeling coming undone,
Undone day by day,
The days are slowly fading away,
Away from me and what’s around,
Around me, my grave in the ground,
The ground soft yet thick,
Thick is how I describe the rope,
The rope that is tied around my throat,
My throat is slowly closing,
Closing as I notice something,
Something in the distance,
The distance not so far,
So far yet so close,
Close to me,
Me and death,
Death greets me like an old friend,
Friends are who we are,
Are you sure that death isn’t far,
Far not so close,
Close to being as dead as a ghost,
Copyright © Annie Fraser | Year Posted 2026
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Annie Fraser Poem
In shadows deep, where silence grew,
I fought a battle, none ever knew,
The weight I bare, a heavy chain,
While smiles hid deep, the hidden pain,
They laughed and chatted, lost in the day,
oblivious to the demons in my way,
I wore a mask, crafted so bright,
yet the tears fell, softly into the night,
I cried for help in whispers faint,
But their backs turned, as if by fate,
A gentle plea, a grasping hand,
Yet they missed the signs, the need to understand,
Now the echos linger a haunting sound,
Of moments lost, of love untold
They stand in sorrow, crying when it's late
Wishing they had noticed,
Before it was fate.
Copyright © Annie Fraser | Year Posted 2026
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Annie Fraser Poem
I don't want to be like this
Missing my happiness
Driving down the road
Ready to crash into that post
On my way to meet god
When I'm ready to go
Not sure if anyone would know
If I were to die
Never aware of my pain
Grasping for my last breath before my death
Copyright © Annie Fraser | Year Posted 2026
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