the teardrops run down.
and fall off of her nose.
she cries in dark corners.
where nobody goes.
you can follow the tracks,
from her eyes to her chin .
years upon years .
of letting them win.
and her eyes tell a story.
of anger and pain.
you think that she's happy.
but just look again.
and scars of her past.
hidden under her clothes.
are a roadmap to places.
that nobody knows.
her smile is now painted.
she's a master of disguise.
and you can see it all .
just look into her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Really Alive
Short StoryIt's quote about self Harmer's and I am not trying to take the piss I am one myself ??
