Every day more tears fall. Once in a while I feel tall. It doesn't last for very long. Because the feeling is so very wrong. Each day I have tried. To not count how many tears I've cried.
I like to sit. In my thoughts for a bit. But never for to long. Because then I start to sing a song.
"One cut
Two cut
More more more
If you cut everyday
Blood will pour
One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four
Cut one more and
Watch your blood pour"
Then I snap out and realize I have been crying. Crying not because I'm sad. But because it just comes so naturally.
Tears are how my eyes cry. Tears are how my eyes say what my mouth cannot. Tears are not always happy but they can be. Tears are my way of putting my insides on my face.
Smiles. One smile hides a lot. Smiles are a cover up. Smiles are what depressed people do. We smile. I smile. I smile. Im smiling. My smiles hide pain. My smiles hide hurt. My smiles don't make me feel good. I always lie. To everyone. Everyone who thinks I'm happy is living a lie.
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Silent stories from broken souls
RandomI don't really know where this story going to go.... but I will try and make it really interesting.. this is more like some of my thoughts turned into a " story " so I hope it turns out good
