My smile won't tell you how I feel.
You have to observe me close.
You have to look at,
The bags under my eyes,
And the dark circles forming.
Look deep into my eyes,
And you'll see how I really feel.
Notice how there spark is gone,
And how they don't shine anymore.
I hide my pain,
So you won't know how I truly feel.
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Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.
PoetryPoems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.
