She was the kind of girl you never noticed, the one who always stayed behind. She was smiling, but nobody knew what was going on in her mind.
Nobody could see the circles under her eyes, or the scars on her wrists or hear how loud she cries.
But people do notice, they just don’t care. Even thinking about it is not something they dare.
I don’t blame anyone. Not the haters and the bullies, not the teachers or the ex friends. Of course not the parents, even tho they didn’t understand.
Once I read this quote: maybe you should stop trying. Maybe life isn’t for everyone.
I stood on a chair, with a rope around my neck. Took a deep breath and looked at the moon…but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go knowing there’s still some power left in me.
I sat on the floor. Running my finger down the pink lines, down the memories I wish I could forget…that’s when I realised. There’s nothing I regret. These are not scars of shame. I’m not lame! They are a reminder of how strong I actually am. I took down the rope and hid it in my closet.
I may not be perfect. I may not be okay…not even close. But I will be. And I know, you will be to.
If you ever see a person with scars, you just remember you are talking to a warrior.
- MysteryPoet objavil/a 2 leta nazaj
Hej art3mis. Imam rahlo “writers block” tako da nad to pesmijo nisem najbolj navdusena zato mi se toliko vec pomeni da se te je dotaknila.
- MysteryPoet odgovoril/a 2 leta nazaj