Meaningless interactions

 

You with the judgemental smile
You with the happy life
You with the general idea of what it is to be me
You that assumes that my struggle isn’t real

You did not see the blood running down my leg
You did not see the bruises on my arms
You did not see the child hiding in a closet
Shielded from the screams

You the one that does not know what it feels like to be trapped in a
BOX
You the one that did not take the pills just to get to sleep
Not like sleeping beauty
Who will wake up

But in a grave decorated with roses
Anxiety and Depression
The only one standing by my side

YOUR opinion doesn’t matter…