Okay?A Poem by Frantic FreshmanHow do I prove I'm not okay?
What do I have to do to prove I'm not okay?
Do you want a formal listing of all the demented thoughts circling my head? Or pictures of the self-inflicted torture written all over my body? How about one bucket of my nightly tears? Or a CD of all the arguments with myself? I could tell you about what tools inflict the most pain. Or how to lie on the spot about cuts. I could tell you the best way to prevent scarring is lotion. Or that most people don't notice that you're down. I could tell you honestly that we shouldn't force anyone to live in a world full of people when they can't even live with themselves. © 2017 Frantic FreshmanAuthor's Note
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Added on November 11, 2017 Last Updated on November 11, 2017 AuthorFrantic FreshmanNeverland, WVAboutMy name says it all. My one goal is to survive highschool. more..Writing
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