Sitting alone with her vacant stares.
Screaming in silence but nobody cares.
Laughing bright eyes but no one can tell.
She smiles like an angel but she's living through hell.
She takes out her razor; cuts her own skin.
No one can see the pain she is in.
Cuts on her skin.
Cuts on her soul.
This hateful world has finally taken its toll.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryNot all thoughts are mine. I put down quotes I like too. But a lot of the writing is mine.
