He smokes daily,
He uses his lighter like crazy,
Smoking helps him escape,
Get away from this horrible place,
But he hides it with lies,
He hides his smoking habit,
He acts like he never even had a cigarette,
She cuts herself often,
She uses a blade when something bad happens,
She loves seeing the bleeding,
It gives her a better feeling,
But she hides it with lies,
She never wears shorts,
She acts like she never even been hurt,
They both hide their pain,
With laughs and smiles,
No one knows they're faking,
They are the perfect match,
To bad they are to busy hiding and faking this,
They are both full of sadness,
And toxicated with madness,
But they pass each other without a single clue,
That they'd be the perfect two.
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Ana's Book of Poems
DiversosThese are a bunch of random poems i've wrote over the past years. As these years pass by, i get better and better. My writings get better towards the end (: Enjoy !
