They Don’t Know
They said I will be okay.
Those things will get better.
But they don't know.
They don't know how I feel.
Or what's going through my head
They don't even know how much
That I want to be dead.
That I am holding on to life with just a thread.
They said I was faking.
Cutting myself for attention.
Having an anxiety attack to get noticed.
They said I am fine.
That I need to stop with this act.
But they don't know the truth.
That I really am hurting.
That I don't cut for attention
But to get my mind off the things
That is truly hurting me.
They don't know the reason for my anxiety.
The anxiety from getting bullied everyday
Being put down and laughed at.
THEY JUST DON'T KNOW!
They said this medicine is working.
That they are happy pills.
To make me smile and to make me laugh.
But they don't know that I'm still not okay.
That I'm still self-harming.
And wanting to die.
They don't know how I feel
They don't know that I'm not okay.
All they know is...
They are getting paid just to talk to me.