How do you do what you do
i can’t imagine how you do what you do
how can you make a 13 year old girl cry so brutally
how can you make someone’s life so miserable
How can you make someone look for reasons to stay alive
Deserted away from every person,She sits
looking at the cuts on her wrist
It’s alright,she thinks but it’s not
It’s really not.
No one understanding the pain she feels
The deep and emotional veil
a burning sensation inside both her eyes and heart
And one day she looses her final spark
The cuts on her wrist deepen as the blood pours out
An insanely poetic way, no doubt.
It’s so very sad that the dreams she dreamt
They were as dead as her soul,
a tortured soul that wanted out
killed by society yet again before her dreams sprout
“She” is me and millions of teenagers across the globe.
Who try to seek a purpose,a purpose that requires them