Category : Poems
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A word I am often called because I would rather stay in bed than go outside.
What they call me because of my poor grades.
The title I receive for barely being able to do the bare minimum when it comes to assignments or projects.
The name I am called repeatably.
But, before you call me that again why don't you check my room light that's always off, because I'd rather be in darkness than see any light.
Why don't you notice all the tissues surrounding my bed, soaked with tears? Why don't you notice my tear stained face and my weary eyes? Why do you not hear my cries at night wishing to die? Why do you not notice my cut up stomach slowly staining with blood? Why can you not see how much I am breaking and how tired I am becoming? Why can you not see that I'm slowly losing this battle inside my head?
But no, because all you see is the ending results of what's happening around me.
You don't see what's happening within me, and you don't ask.
Because according to you "I'm fine".
According to you, I'm just being lazy.