She hides behind that smile so bright,
Oh what a shame she cuts at night.
Her hair so pretty and fine,
Brushing constantly to make it shine.
And that twinkle you see,
About as real as a slave is free.
Happy little cutter, she hides so well,
Scars with secrets she'll never tell.
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Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
