Its okay, not to be okay

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"I'm fine," she'll
Insist
Yet there blood on
Her wrist.
There's smile on
Her lips,
Bright are her eyes,
Yet there's scars on
Her thighs.
Her laugh is filled
With charm,
Yet there's burns on
Her arm.
Calm are her words,
Yet she cries are
Unheard.
So she'll smile and
Say hi,
Yet she really wants
To die...