A tear lingers near my eye,
I wipe it away,
'I'm fine' is all i manage,
before i crumble today.
I smile and laugh,
yet never feel it,
I talk to friends,
not taking in a bit.
I want to stand up,
to scream and yell,
someone save me,
from this living hell.
Yet i stay silent,
and watch people walk by,
someone look close,
see the pain in my eye.
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Scarred (on hold)
Teen FictionSam, is just a regular 15 year old at first glance. She laugh, she smiles, yet why does it seem like her eyes hide so many tales, so much pain? James, he smirks, he glares. He always has anger in his eyes. Where does he take it out? On Sam. Abusive...
