What is Underneath
These web of band-aids that I keep
Cannot erase what is underneath.
Underneath is a web of streaks
That drip blood, it’s pain it shrieks.
The stories that remained untold
Slowly and quietly unfold.
The world, well the small one I live in
Will soon know what trouble it’s in.
The words anonymously said.
The names of those soon to be read.
But those names will be read far too late.
For someone played a little game with fate.
Fate has lost.
People’s paths, with this girl’s, shall never cross.
She is buried.
Not underground yet, no, not under weeds.
But don’t you worry.
And don’t be sorry.
The life that once was so strong
Will never have to worry again, about being wrong.
Those few that supposidly care,
Their lives will go on without her there.
When she will be gone,
Not even she knows how long.
But soon my dears, soon she will leave
Never again will her story basket, she will weave.
So young, so many things she wanted to do.
But not that anyone cared or even wanted to.
They go on, whispering her name.
Behind her back, but feel no shame.
When she is first gone that will not change, no
But after awhile people will stop caring and gossiping so.
Then she will just be a sad person unable of being saved
But there’s so much they could do, a simple smile or wave.
Don’t worry darlings, we don’t have much time left together
You all will be so devestated? Never.
So do not cry when I am gone at last.
For my name and story will be forgotten fast.
Good-bye all.
This is the last time I will fall.
(2013)
