When you see her smile.
That's not her only lie.
When you see her shrug.
She's pretending to feel alive.
When you see her calm.
She's trying to contain her fury.
When you see her smirk.
You should really worry.
When you see her glare.
She's warning everyone around.
When you hear her swear.
She's containing her frown.
When you see her cuts.
She's finding it difficult to breath.
When you see her tears.
She's replaying her pleas.
When you see her walk.
She's trying to clench her pain.
When she cliches her waist.
Trying to ease the razors stain.
When you see her eyes.
She's empty and trapped.
When you touch her hand.
She's cold and sad.
When you see her in a bench.
She's isolated and crying.
When you hear her weep.
She's tired of trying.
When you see her one more time, stand up and smile.
When she looks up, give her thumbs up for her strength and style.
But you're too late.
I did NOT make this up.
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My fucked up poems
PoetryThese are my fucked up poems. Some people say they like them but I don't believe them. Their alright I guess. I'm going to put quotes in here too and my drawings. But I didn't make them up, their from the books I read. This is my first time doing th...
