Happy, smiling kids,
Depressed but won't admit.
The scars that show on their wrists,
Are their lives reflected, yes this.
Their parents are always fighting or too busy,
They keep themselves at the ready,
To jump from the chair,
And disappear in thin air.
Happy, smiling kids,
They smile even in death,
As if only to hide,
The horrible things they did.
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De TodoPlease don't take these. My poetry is all I have. warning: VERY SAD, DON'T READ IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET
