Fat poetry by Ashley Pentycofe

Tears fall like shards of glass.

Images flash from my past.

Sharp edges cut deep

You do not hear me as I weep

Your words colder than a child's "I hate you" stare

You show no remorse and it's hard to bare

I bury my self deep under the blanket

Sleep is my goal but all I can do is fake it

I am filled with anger and hurt

After pushing me down you kicked covering my face with dirt

I now stand here staring in the mirror

Depression creeps nearer and nearer