Its funny how people ask "Are you okay?" Because they are just curious. And when you lie and say "I'm fine." They believe you. Guess were all just great actors. What they don't see are the scars covering my arms. The marks left by a silver blade of my legs. They don't know that every night I take my "bestfriend" and glide it across my arm watching the blood trinkle down my wrist. Its a funny story because they don't know me.
They don't know that I'm just a dead girl walking. They don't know my heart is in pieces and my mind is a clutter. No one knows that I live everyday wishing it was my last or take every breathe hoping I never breathed again. No one, I mean no one, Except Sparrow knows ME.
-Nightingale
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The Game Of Life
PoetryMany people see life in different ways. Some see the ups some only see the downs but how about both at once? The opposites coinciding on one page.
