You'd never know

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You'd never know

By looking at me that I am sad,

You'd never know

how many times I've wished I were someone else.

You'd never know

how many times I wished I were anywhere else.

You'd never know,

I've stayed up late crying until my eyes were red

You'd never know

all the times I bit my nails until my fingertips bled.

You'd never know

how I watched others smile and laugh wishing I could join

You'd never know,

I despised their smiles, hating that they were happy and I couldn't be.

 

By looking at me you'd swear I was happy,

You'd swear I was fine, I had problems you couldn't see.

But you'd swear I was always the loudest laugher

the one who spoke the loudest and the most.

That I was the life of the party.

You simply couldn't understand that I had lost it.

Ended it all and that I was dead.

You barely could believe what the suicide note said...

 

You never knew,

That I laughed the loudest to cover the sound of my stomach.

You never knew

I spoke the loudest, trying to muffle my treacherous thoughts.

You never knew

that I talked the most because tears threatened to spill over.

You never knew

how I wished more than anything that your life was mine

You never knew,

that despite whatever problems you faced mines were worse

You never knew

I was the life of the party because the liqour took away the pain

You never knew

I did all the drugs because it eased away the thoughts I had

You never knew

Me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Basically a poem about a depressed teenager. Barely any rhyme scheme here except at a few parts...

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nightlight1220's picture

The reality of every criminal

The reality of every criminal act of suicide. Great write!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

DazedByLife's picture

Thank you!

Thank you!

justanotherscreename's picture

This is the regret of those

This is the regret of those left behind. The words spoken by those who are gone. The pain felt from knowing the truth. A poem that should never become truth. A subject that is hard to write about. Well done.

DazedByLife's picture

I agree with you!

Extremely accurate! While writing this poem I was reflecting on how I used to feel (because I used to feel this way) and trying to put it into words