She smiles
She pretends like she's okay
It's all lies
She's really not okay
Look into her eyes
What do you see?
An empty pit?
Yes, indeed
She looks in the mirror when she gets home
She cries, she screams
She skips dinner
Then when all is still
She grabs her handy razor
She cuts her little wrist
Another day of hell
Another day of shit.
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My Poem Diary
PoetryPoetry is my way of expressing how I feel. Some of these poems are years old so I guess the date of which they were written. Thanks for reading!
