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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