I can sit here and say I'm fine.
I can lie to myself every night.
I can fake a smile all day.
I can distract myself so I think I'm ok.
Why can't I be happy like I say?
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
