no one ever sees the hurt,
no one sees through the fake smile.
the only thing anyone sees is that smile.
no one sees the tears.
no one one feels what she feels inside.
no one hears what she hears.
"why cant I be happy?" she asks herself.
"why cant I be like everyone else?" another cut to the wrist.
This could be the end, she tells herself.
I could be.... happy.
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Puisithis poem doesnt ryme. its suppose to be kinda heart touching. please tell me thing I need to improve! I love feed back!♥
