It hurts to smile. People say it is beautiful but they don't know the pain it is in
My eyes have grown lifeless. People say the are pretty. So if you can look at my eyes why can't you see the pain.
People say I have a beautiful body. But if you see under the clothing you will see the scars and bruises from the war inside my head
They say my mind is pure. But it's not. There is a war. A nasty war. It's ongoing and forever lasting.
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self harm and depression
PoetryThis book is things I wrote. Most are about self harm depression and suicide but some aren't.
