And even when she was drowning
She didn't make a sound
Just stood in the crowd
Surrounded and all alone
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And even when she was dying
She never cried
She just smiled
Setting her fate in stone.
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She never wanted to be trouble
Or to ruin someone's day
With the fact that she wasn't okay
So she let them believe her lies
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And so she quietly faded away
Full of shame
Full of pain
She's only the girl with with the hollow face
And butterflies in her eyes.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
