The Lie she Never told
There was this girl
she thought alot.
about things nobody knew..
sometimes she'd think
about the things
she would rather do
others shed think
about the things
nobody else would think
no, she wasn't bad
just a troubled little girl
with her own little problems
stressfull situations
never left her life..
they always followed by her side
she had her ways of coping..
not by blade, or skin breaking..
but finding a hard place, and bleeding on the inside.
being a clumsy one, she blamed it on falling,
not telling a soul
about what she was thinking.
She'd walk in her sleep,
and daydream too much.
and fast for possibly weeks.
shes not crazy, everyone said.
just a little troubled.
thats what they thought
years went by,
this became a habit.
a weekly and daily routine
nobody said anything,
not even herself,
who knew she should be telling.
fear of being taken away
and locked in a dreaded place.
shed think of a way out, and break.
thoughts that disturbed most
invaded her mind.
thinking of the things that 'caused suicide
she was scared of water,
and closed spaces too.
perhaps she was paranoid.
oh this girl had many problems,
but she never attempted to solve them.
she thought shed do it herself.
it was much too much
to handle herself
she was a complicated girl.
so she let it go,
and kept on living
a lie she never told.
she thought alot.
about things nobody knew..
sometimes she'd think
about the things
she would rather do
others shed think
about the things
nobody else would think
no, she wasn't bad
just a troubled little girl
with her own little problems
stressfull situations
never left her life..
they always followed by her side
she had her ways of coping..
not by blade, or skin breaking..
but finding a hard place, and bleeding on the inside.
being a clumsy one, she blamed it on falling,
not telling a soul
about what she was thinking.
She'd walk in her sleep,
and daydream too much.
and fast for possibly weeks.
shes not crazy, everyone said.
just a little troubled.
thats what they thought
years went by,
this became a habit.
a weekly and daily routine
nobody said anything,
not even herself,
who knew she should be telling.
fear of being taken away
and locked in a dreaded place.
shed think of a way out, and break.
thoughts that disturbed most
invaded her mind.
thinking of the things that 'caused suicide
she was scared of water,
and closed spaces too.
perhaps she was paranoid.
oh this girl had many problems,
but she never attempted to solve them.
she thought shed do it herself.
it was much too much
to handle herself
she was a complicated girl.
so she let it go,
and kept on living
a lie she never told.
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