Howdy!
Scars?..
What, these? Pssh, no I'm ok!
Don't give me that look...
It's only a few cuts, what difference does it make?
No really, I'm fine!
There's no need to raise alarm...
Who cares?
It's only a bit of...
Self harm...
Come on, I'm ok!
Can't you tell by my face?
What?..
Oh... My eyes give it away?
I'm sorry... That you have to see me like this...
I wish things were better...
I'm sorry you have to see me like this...
But.. For now..
Just tell everyone...
That I'm fine.
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Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
ПоэзияNot for the weak of heart. Even the brightest smiles have the darkest feelings behind them. We all have a story. Happy, sad, angry, paranoid. We all do. Our smiles can be the greatest boundaries between ourselves and everyone else. Our smiles don't...
