This poem is about a girl’s destructive way of coping with her broken heart.

What do you see

When you look at me

Do you see reality

Or do you see a simple fantasy?

While I’m standing there

Do you even care

What you’ve done to me

Or made me see?

You left me bleakly

Sitting there

Staring through the air

Without a care

Daydreams fill my mind

And as time passes by

I feel a tear stream out my eye

This warm drop streams down my face

As I feel a pair of arms about to embrace

I look up, but don’t ask why

As I feel myself begin to cry

My eyes are red

But, nothing is said

My body is cold

Yet there’s nothing to hold

I find myself lying on the ground

With nothing there

And nobody around

I’m weak and weary

Everything seems dreary

Out of the corner of my eye

I suddenly spy

My wrists slit and tore

Right then I realized what I hadn’t before

What was lying beside me

Which I could barely see

Was the knife

That I had used to take my own life

Goodbye sorrow, grief and strife

I see the light up ahead

For now I know I’m truly dead

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