Hiding behind Sunglasses
A certain pixie muses on his life before committing suicide. A short angst poem.
Eddie's POV
When people asked why I wear my sunglasses all the time
I laugh and told them it's a fashion statement
And they told me that was cool
Because I was hiding behind sunglasses
Not knowing that scars run down my arms
Because nobody loves me
When people asked why I wear sunglasses all the time
I chuckled and told them I'm a fan of the Blues Brothers
And they told me that was neat
And said they liked it
Because I was hiding behind sunglasses
Not knowing I had a scalpel in my hand as I took it out from my pocket
Because I don't want to live.
When people asked me why I wear sunglasses all the time
I mumbled that the sun hurts my eyes.
They said for me to stay indoors
Because I was hiding behind sunglasses
Not knowing I was fingering it gently, and flinching as it cut into my skin.
Because I am thinking about suicide.
When people asked me why I wear sunglasses all the time
I told them because I wanted to
And they acknowledged me
As I was hiding behind sunglasses
Not knowing that that my eyes are full of pain as I slash it across my upper left arm
Because I never tell them
When people asked me why I wear sunglasses all the time
I said that there was no way for me to free myself
They said nothing and left me alone.
I was hiding behind sunglasses
Not knowing I bleed myself before I quietly bandage the tiny cut.
Because I know they never liked me…
People always asked me why I wear my sunglasses all the time
But nobody came around to ask me that
I told myself to get rid of the pain by hurting myself
Because I can't take the pain anymore
I make my decision as I begin to drag the scalpel across my wrist once again, praying for death
As the tears mix with the blood
Because I don't want to cry my heart out for something I can never have anymore.
A/N: I wrote this because nobody really appreciates the pixies like I do, and when I thought about it, it was really sad… tears