Broken Girl, Broken World Poem by Katheryn Foley

Mad at the world I held my tongue and my breath,

All I could think about was death,

Fed up with this busy life, I just wanted to leave.

When storming in my room for comfort,

I broke down, I fall to the floor in silence,

My best friend steps behind me she cried for me.

I woke up in a white room, mothers face mascara smudged,

I could only utter the words am I dead yet?

With sadness written on her face my mother only broke down,

Told me I never knew you felt this way,

Next month past I tried again only this time my mother wasn't there to interfere,

No more hectic life its time for death to arrive.

So I took a breath knowing it would be my last and dug into this skin that was already scared from before,

They knew that this life was short and sadness filled my life,

So why did they do nothing to stop it?

Were they not human? Did they not care for this girl that they created?

Not in their lives anymore I just faded like a cloud of dust.

Disappeared into thin air not a thought of me pushed into their minds.

I was gone.