She had a bare face
She couldn't afford makeup
Her skin was pale
That's what people used to hate on
Her dad had gone missing
Her mom wasn't fair
But that bare face of her never showed a care.
One day she was sitting on a chair
With a rope in her hand
She thought about the people who wouldn't give a damn
She said her last words and took a deep breath, and it began to rain
At least her bare face still remained
A/N: hope you had fun reading this one
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PoetryLife is hard huh.... You never saw this coming did you...you deserve it...thats why you put on that fake smile