The Girl You Didn't Know

nobody knew how I felt about myself so I decided to write a poem about my feelings (I wrote this in August 2014)

Lock me up because I'm the criminal
Shout at me because I'm typical
Bring me down because I'm intimidating
Laugh at me because I'm humiliating
Stare at me because I look funny
Mark me because I'm ugly
Help me because I'm crying
Save me because I'm dying
Be shocked because I cut myself deep
Pray for me because I want eternal sleep
Judge me because I've committed a sin
Respect me because I've kept this all in.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the silent ones are often the ones we need to worry about most...those who prolifically describe all their ills or suicidal tendencies usually just talk the talk but don't walk the walk.

a very moving piece of writing.