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I Am
I am the one girl who always fakes her smiles.
The girl whose sleeves are always long, even if it's 80 degrees on the dial.
I'm the one who can't show her skin.
Barely even her arms, where the scars begin.
The one who cant stop thinking of death.
The suicidal thoughts interrupting her rests.
The one with a noose handing over my head.
I'd so much rather be up there, dead.
And it's funny, how they say they understand.
They wouldn't care if they saw my blood when it ran.
I am the word "freak" carved into my skin.
I am the embodiment of the peril I'm in.
I am the one who wishes to die.
But is too scared, as she looks up at the sky.
The girl whose sleeves are always long, even if it's 80 degrees on the dial.
I'm the one who can't show her skin.
Barely even her arms, where the scars begin.
The one who cant stop thinking of death.
The suicidal thoughts interrupting her rests.
The one with a noose handing over my head.
I'd so much rather be up there, dead.
And it's funny, how they say they understand.
They wouldn't care if they saw my blood when it ran.
I am the word "freak" carved into my skin.
I am the embodiment of the peril I'm in.
I am the one who wishes to die.
But is too scared, as she looks up at the sky.
Published 20th Jan 2013
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20th Jan 2013 5:19am
Just a bit of Background on this: in my lit class, we had to write poems describing ourselves. This was an alternative I wrote in my spare time. I was so tempted to turn this in instead.
9th Mar 2013 4:15am
