She went to the school with a bright smile
Running through the halls
With books in her hands
And a glow on her face
Everyone thought that she had it all
She exited the school with the smile still on her face
But she entered her home sad
And ran to the bathroom with a blade in her hand
She had cuts on her wrists depicting pretty pictures
And tears in her eyes
Everyone thought she had it all
But they were wrong
She had nothing at all except fading scars
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A/N : Short poem to work as an way to not let poet's block seep in .
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Stains and Stories
PoetryStains which showed a glimpse of life, Stories left untold, Unraveled by the tiny stains, Left behind to wonder what could have it meant Cover Credit : @Plastic-Promises
