My Inner Teenager Observes That World Walking Past Poem by Erica Smith

My mind contemplates suicide
Ignoring the urge to die
I continue to live my lonely life
Everyone seeing my face
But not the invisible tears I cry

My thoughts are morbid and disturbed
Every wandering eye that catches a glimpse
Of all the cuts and scratches
They are a cry, begging to be heard

Yet nobody reaches out or even throws a shoulder
A price is to be paid for these inhumane acts
Not to worry its just a life
Mine to be exact

(2003)