WARNING: This story is rated T for cutting, suicidal thoughts/actions, and bullying. Though this story was written to raise awareness, it could be triggering. Do not read if you cannot handle it.
Snow White
Snow White sat with his head down,
Face stuffed with food,
And a mask covering the dark shroud.
Friends ask, "Want to hang out?"
"No, I'm not in the mood."
He smiled; there was no reason to doubt,
His happiness; no one had a clue.
Snow White pulls down his sleeves,
Because he doesn't want them to see,
All the cuts his razor leaves.
And if you ask me,
He can easily deceive,
The ones who hold the key,
To helping him continue to breathe.
Snow White smiles as he walks,
To where his relief hides.
He doesn't talk.
He's afraid to confide,
In someone who'll mock,
The pain that never subsides,
And never shows outside of the door he locks.
Snow White cries,
And he runs the blade across his skin.
He internally dies,
And he won't let anyone one in,
Won't let anyone try,
To help him.
He lies.
Snow White's sleeve comes up.
And the samurai sees,
Before he can hide the cuts.
"Are you giving yourself these?"
"No, I fell on a shattered cup."
He could see,
That the samurai had evidence enough.
Snow White tried so hard,
To ignore the looks and laughs,
But words hurt like shards,
Of broken glass.
No one saw the scarred,
Flesh under his mask.
He was marred.
Snow White stared at the blade,
That could end the pain.
The scars he made,
No longer cured the grains,
Of salt that were words of hate.
Could he stay strong through the rain?
Or surrender and not be saved?
Snow White didn't share his self-hate,
To the ones he loves.
After all, if they didn't create,
The pain, how could they solve,
The problem as of late?
He cried with the mourning doves,
But the pain would only inflate.
Snow White slowly broke,
And no one ever saw,
The sorrow behind the cloak,
That he wore by his own law.
He hurt when he heard the jokes,
That created laughter without crying flaws.
He left before the words could soak.
Snow White opened the door,
To find his favorite redhead.
"Want to take a trip to the seashore?"
He hated it when he said,
"I'm not into that kind of thing anymore."
With that, the teen's friend fled,
And he was left with the voices once more.
Snow White forced a smile,
As if everything was okay.
And they didn't see the denial,
Didn't see that he just may,
Be the next burial.
And he'll say,
"Your kindness went a mile."
Snow White told them.
He told them about it all.
But he felt condemned,
As if when he curled up in ball,
It was fake like the sky's hem.
"Attention-seeking and without any gall",
They said, like he'd always dreamt.
Snow White found his paintbrush,
And painted on his wrist.
But he did too much.
"He will be missed."
"He was my first crush."
He's no longer on Mikk's list,
Because he's buried in the dust.
Snow White's memory lives on,
But no one cared until,
The damage was already done.
Others take the pills.
Other will never again see the sun.
Did you carry the drill,
That helped them along?
Snow Whites are everywhere,
But they hide in plain sight.
Will you dare,
To help during the long nights?
Will you swear,
Not to follow the crowd that might,
Forget to care?
Snow White felt invisible.
He wanted to be forever numb.
He found life unlivable,
And he never felt loved.
Will you help the unbelievable,
Curse of youth? The time of some,
Are short and unbearable.
Snow White is the boy,
In your class,
Who plays coy,
With a slowly breaking mask.
He hides his favorite toy,
So no one will ask.
He fakes the joy.
Snow White is the girl,
Who cries in the locker-room.
She paints a red mural,
In the darkness that looms.
Life at home is full of turmoil,
And her father isn't leaving anytime soon.
Her angel wings may never unfurl.