Her screams covered with the blanket of silence
A smile worn like an armour to hide the scars like masterpiece
The weeping heart was deceived by the dry eyes
Her mornings hide behind the mask, her nights slaved by the tears
A serene moment was all she craved The chaos was all that was clawed
The demons voice bound her courage, her innocent soul shrinking in their cage
A real care was a daily hunt for her
The back stab was all that was found
Their laughs echoed the harsh reality
projecting her insanity
The bleeding paper carved with tear inked words whispered
" Was I truly unworthy?"
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