The Truth Behind My Smile

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To some people, I might seem happy, because of my over the top smile.
And to others, I might seem creepy, because I stare off every once in awhile.
But really, I'm depressed.
I smile to hide my sorrow, and I stare so I can imagine how things would be if I felt happy.
Name calling, hurtful words, physically and mentally abused.
I want it to stop, but how?
Do I run the razor thin blade across my neck or down my wrist?
Do I separate myself from everyone?
Or do I tell everyone to stop?

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 08, 2016 ⏰

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