Broken Glass Poem by Emily Reid
Broken Glass
Do you notice...
Me at all?
Do you notice...
My scars?
Do you notice...
The pain in my eyes?
Do you hear...
My screams?
My cries,
My whispers,
My last breath?
Turn around...
Do you see me on the ground?
In a puddle of my blood,
With tears among my face,
Among my cut up wrists?
Do you forget...
The sight of me in blood,
With a ring of broken glass around me
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5/9/2024 12:21:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow if I could wrap you in a hug i would... I relate on such an intense level it brings cold tears to my face. But one day someone will notice and someone will care, i promise! Hang in there, and remember there are others with scars and stories, fears and tears. you have silent support