The Woman

A kinda sad poem that talks about the inner struggles of teenagers (and possibly some older than teens) as they face the horrible reality that is life.

The Woman

Her smile hid the tears that shed every night

Her laughter allowed the world to hear her joys instead of cries

Yet her wrist flowed with crimson blood everyday

It allowed her to forget the pain of yesterday

Her friends thought she was temperamental,

Her family said she was just lazy

But oh, she was suicidal

Anxiety always made her mind hazy

Every slice dug deep into her delicate skin

As she sliced down her waist and thighs to look thin

She slit her wrists to apologize for her existing

She did this every night, because for her it was comforting

Every day she lived wishing she could die,

For she bothered her friends and made her family cry

The many times she said ‘I’m fine’ were all times she lied

For her heart was broken, she was dying inside

She never brought pride to her family,

Nor did she bring happiness to her friends

Her existence felt like a pain to mankind

Yet she continued to act like she felt glorious and divine

Her self-esteem was lower than sand,

Her dying would just lift a huge, useless weight off the land

As she wore a mask to fool the world, she kept thinking of an oasis,

The world without herself, without the woman with no purpose. 

Author's Note

I'm sorry if it's crappy, really I am.