I seem to be the strong one
So no one can tell
Even with this smile
I'm walking through hell

You know they never see the signs
No matter how big they are
They just seems to miss
So you're stuck in tar

Why don't they see it
Because they're too caught up
In the problems they face
So they're in their own glass cup

Sadly that's the truth
When you practically beg for help
Everyone else is caught up in their own problems
And don't hear you Yelp.

Okay, so just to clarify,
I have had over the past um like month a few people ask me about my poems, so just to clarify.

These poems are my venting,
It may be things going on,
Things I want to hear,
Or things I want people to understand/hear.
But all of these poems are true,
So yes, when your reading one about cutting, that is truth.
Suicide, no lies.
Starving myself, sadly yes.
Friends, issues.
And telling you to stay strong is one that I don't want you to forget.
So yeah, hope that's clear now, I guess I can understand where the confusion came from.

Bye my poets,

Keep fighting
Stay strong
I know it's hard
But it won't last long.

~Suni out~😊😋🌞🤓