I tear runs down,
And fall off her nose,
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes.
You can follow the path,
From her eyes to her chin,
Years upon years,
Of letting them win,
Her eyes tell a story,
Of anger and pain.
You think she's happy?
Just look again ...
The scars of her past,
Under her clothes,
A network of places,
That nobody knows.
Her smile is painted,
A master of disguise,
And you can see it all,
Just look into her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
The life of a self-harmer
Poetry#66 (22/6/17) Don't judge, listen. If you don't like what you see then leave. some simple poems or quotes on the life of a self-harmer. I am in no way promoting self-harm and if anyone ever needs help or advice or just cheering up, I'm always here...
