Suicidal Regret - Poem by Arin Karma
She hides behind her smile,
And cowers behind her laughter,
She has made her home in the shadows, with people unaware of what’s going on.
She can’t trust anyone, not even her parents.
She finds faith in her knife.
She waits there, hurting herself, everyday.
Every cut, every bruise, tells some kind of story.
An outcast she is, or that’s how she feels.
Although people bother her, she pretends to let it slide.
Like rain off of rubber.
They have no idea that the rubber is actually a sponge, and that she is absorbing it all.
They have no idea that they are pushing her one step closer to the edge.
And she is just about to break into millions of pieces, and leave this accursed world behind.
She doesn’t want to try to do anything for herself, because she has nobody.
And it will only get worse…and worse.
She has convinced herself that there is no other way.
And the next day, she went missing.
Sealed herself off from the world,
And nobody has heard from her since.
All thats left to say is, she heavily regrets that day.
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