You look through me, Like crystal glass. You treat me like nothing, Not even trash. Why won’t you notice? Why won’t you care? What can I do? To prove that I’m there? If I bruise my skin, If I shed a tear, If I cut my face, Will it prove that I’m here? If I shoot up drugs, If I slit my wrists, If I cause myself pain, Will it prove I exist? And although I hurt, No matter what I try, I’m still…not living… In your oblivious eyes… So maybe if I hurt, So maybe if I cry, Just maybe if I was dead, It’d prove I was alive. btw, this IS NOT from my view!!! This is from the view of someone who hates life. I love life very much :D I was just writing from another view. Thank you for reading :)
That was a really good poem! It was really deep But even if it's not about you, it is scary If it is about you and you just don't want anyone to know, you need help don't feel like no one care because I am sure that there are people who care about you!
good thing you said that on the bottom i was gonna say "are you emo?" but i can see you're not. GREAT POEM!
