I may have left,
but that was only because I was upset.
Sure I didn't help you,
but I didn't receive treatment to my flu.
I cried for hours this morning,
but you didn't even think about the sadness I had forming.
She forced me to go so I would stop thinking about you,
but that was as helpful as giving a hungry man a shoe.
When I arrived to school,
I saw my friend ditching once again.
She saw I was distraught,
but the bell rang and apparently talking to me about my issue didn't appear to be a thought .
There are now three poems for my memoir, and I felt a bit proud.
So I shared them with another friend, but apparently my scars weren't worth her time, so I guess I shouldn't try to be loud.
Now once I got home,
I have had enough.
I wrote that it was time for me to give in, and that anyone who had something to say about it just had it tough.
Boo hoo for you,
So go fuck off.
Neither of you two chuckle heads even thought about how much I was hurting,
and both of you two didn't put in any effort to even think about my well being.
Not till you saw that damn post,
it's interesting how you now care about my body's host.
It appears that only when I'm on the edge,
that anyone will actually care enough to quickly push me to the safety of a nearby hedge.
YOU ARE READING
A Melancholic Pisces' Cry
Non-FictionThis....this is going to be a very personal project for me, I'm going share how I feel with whoever reads this in hopes that maybe I'll get the courage to let people who are actively a part of my life know about my thoughts and emotions.
