She's in our crowd
She laughs and smiles along
Through the day she lives on
She looks perfect
But you never see her hairline cracks
You don't see the makeup she uses
On her arms to cover the redness
You never feel the salt of tears
Streaming down you cheeks
Behind her eyes she's drowning
She screams for help
But suppresses it with a smile
You'd never guess
That rope waits for her
Buried away with the metal
Buried with the blade of peace
You see her crack
And drain her life
Not watch her die
x.c.
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Memories of a Broken Heart
PoesíaA collection of story poems. From fairy tales to heart break. Most with a character. Either from my own life or sudden inspiration that I didn't to write a huge story for.
