For a girl who looks so happy, who smiles and laughs.
She is a girl who cries her self to sleep.
Who causes herself to feel pain for relief
Who considers suicide.
...
Is it ok to not be ok?
Is it ok to not know what to say?
Is it ok to not mold the clay?
Is it ok to just stay?
...
Why try to fight?
When everything is full of fright.
Why be strong?
When everything in life is so wrong.
...
The past is the past.
So why isnt it ok to ask?
Finally at last
We all hold fast
...
Haii im Marie. Ive dealt with a lot of things... Poetry seems to help... even tho idk if half the things I type r really poetry: / But I hope you enjoy them.)
Her True Color's
For a girl who looks so happy, who smiles and laughs.
She is a girl who cries her self to sleep.
Who causes herself to feel pain for relief
Who considers suicide.
Who doesn't understand the point in life
Who has given up hope.
Who doesn't believe in happiness.
All she has ever known is pain.
All she has ever known is how to cry.
How to slide that blade along her wrist.
She can only see darkness.
It consumes her.
It comforts her.
It breaks her.
It tears her apart.
Inside out.
But she cant escape.
But in reality.....
does she really want to?
Fact is...
she has no idea anymore.