Little miss no one
She was mad
The world didn't see her
True face
Everyday
A smile she faked
A mask she put on
To seem like nothing was wrong.
No one saw her face
And she was tired of hiding
So when people fineally noticed
There was cuts on her arms and wrists.
[I drew that^ and came up with this poem]
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Tears » poetry by Anne Sofie Zaar
Poetry"I'm crying" I write With dry Eyes Cause within My soul I'm crying So loud [Trigger Warning] 2015 © GreyCigarette @ cover by GreyCigarette
