Inside The Mind Of A Broken Girl | Bio

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My soul is dying
internally screening
for help but hidden
by my fake smile.
I wait a while to see
if they notice me.
No no one ever seems
to see me as me but as
someone who cut who
suicidal. They play me
like they play a violin
at a recital.

This is a poem by my friend Kaleb (Kae) and I just needed to post this bc I feel like this is the life for many people in the world. Stay strong lovelies, even if you feel like giving up. Always Keep Fighting❤