I haven't cut for quite a while,
Out in public you'll see me smile,
But when I'm home, up in my room,
I get lost in eternal gloom,
Because the urges bittersweet seduction,
Is pushing me closer to self-destruction.
My body is covered with many scars
Each one of them shine like scars
People's eyes focus on me,
I can't help wondering "what do they see?"
They see a happy girl whose smile hides a lie,
They'll keep it hidden until they day they die
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Depressing Poems
PoesíaTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
