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Shattered (Part 2: Jordan) reupload
Best friends since Elementary School
Never seems to matter. Is
It always going to be
This Difficult?
Trying to Live
In this world where Beauty
Overpowers anomaly When
It seems everything
And everyone tries so hard to
Impress each other
When we are all falling
And breaking Apart
From what is deemed
To be socially acceptable.
It is all a bitter lie
When they tell you it will be Okay
And to be yourself when you Judge
The person next to you for being
“Normal” while you have blue hair
Or weird clothes and ideas.
That is all they think of me.
When I dyed my hair, I
Got bullied so bad that the Pain
Got transferred to my arms
And thighs and stomach but
Mostly wrists. Words covering
My skin because of my own
Thoughts. You cannot think it Eases
Your emotions when you see the
Blood drip to the floor after
You decide that you
Want to just stop everything and quit.
Indy doesn’t even know
Who he is anymore because
He has fallen so deep into Depression.
And I have the nerve to
Sit over here and feel Sorry
For myself because people can’t see I
Don’t have the courage to say
Fuck off like he does because
He isn’t afraid of saying
“This is who I am.”
I am not depressed and there’s nothing
Wrong with me but I
Don’t think I Can
Be everything they expect me to be
And I can’t do
The amazing things to
Impress and Please
Them,
Even if my sister is perfect.
Never seems to matter. Is
It always going to be
This Difficult?
Trying to Live
In this world where Beauty
Overpowers anomaly When
It seems everything
And everyone tries so hard to
Impress each other
When we are all falling
And breaking Apart
From what is deemed
To be socially acceptable.
It is all a bitter lie
When they tell you it will be Okay
And to be yourself when you Judge
The person next to you for being
“Normal” while you have blue hair
Or weird clothes and ideas.
That is all they think of me.
When I dyed my hair, I
Got bullied so bad that the Pain
Got transferred to my arms
And thighs and stomach but
Mostly wrists. Words covering
My skin because of my own
Thoughts. You cannot think it Eases
Your emotions when you see the
Blood drip to the floor after
You decide that you
Want to just stop everything and quit.
Indy doesn’t even know
Who he is anymore because
He has fallen so deep into Depression.
And I have the nerve to
Sit over here and feel Sorry
For myself because people can’t see I
Don’t have the courage to say
Fuck off like he does because
He isn’t afraid of saying
“This is who I am.”
I am not depressed and there’s nothing
Wrong with me but I
Don’t think I Can
Be everything they expect me to be
And I can’t do
The amazing things to
Impress and Please
Them,
Even if my sister is perfect.
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