The Lost Cause

Writingismything

Mirror Mirror on the wall

who's the loneliest of them all

I know already it is me

Its not really hard to see

I have no friends at school.

Im such a stupid fool

I mean this is all the truth

Its like im trapped in a telephone booth.

With no one to call, and no way out.

I think I might shout

Im trapped and locked inside

with no place to hide.

Im not scared of death

I just need to take a breath

close my eyes

try not to cry

but all must fail

i become very pale

I just want to be free

 i just want to be me

The little girl who was always happy.

before everything became so crappy 

now she hides all day in her room

just to find her very doom

the razor laying upon the floor

she gets up and closes the door

One, Two, Three cuts and more

she pictures herself on the beaches shore 

shes the only one there

and no one would care

she can disappear and die

and no one would cry

her own family wont shed a tear

she starts the letter with "Dear,"

"Dear little girl,

I loved the way our hair use to curl. We alwasys had a smile on our face, but now its been replaced. Its been replaced with a frown. Remember running in our princess crown? THats when everyone loved me and you. I dont know what else to do? Remember we loved Hello Kitty. Now life is pretty shitty. Playing dress-up all day long. And now smoking a bong. Mom and dad taught us wrong from right, but now were on our own flight. Doing our own thing, everything is starting to sting. Remember hide and go seek. Im honestly just a freak. Thank you for staying on my side. Lets play, you'll seek and I'll hide. You will never find me tho, just because I say so. This is goodbye im done being shy"

-love The Lost Cause

  • Author: Aliciiiaa (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2017 22:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this when I was younger, and I just came across this again today. I just decided why not post it? This was the old me from a very long time ago. As you can tell it was kind of a dark time, but I am past that all. Years and years past that.
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