I don't know what to do. No one knows the truth about me, but they claim to know me, to love me. But they don't. They don't. Do they know I'm anorexic? Do they know I'm depressed? Do they know I'm lost and broken? Do they know I have a knife in my heart that plunges deeper and deeper into me with every word they say? Do they know I'm dying on the inside? Of course not!!! I hide my feelings well. I fake a smile and push it all away. I hold back the tears and pretend I'm fine. I laugh and smile, I pretend and hide the truth. I've grown strong over the years, not crying until I got to bed, faking so many smiles that everyone believes my fake smiles are my real smiles. But I'm done. I'm broken. I'm oh so fragile. A single insult , a single touch, could shatter me. And I don't know what to do. There's no one to save me now.
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The Tale Of The Girl With No Heart
Poetry"The girl sat alone, the girl with no heart. She stared blankly at the others, wondering what it was like to be happy, to have a heart. But she knew deep inside, that the pain would be all she could feel, forever and forever more, she would be alo...
