There is a girl that wears a mask,
Mechanically shuffling about.
She paints her body with her blades,
And she carves imperfections out.
Behind the mask and bloodied art,
There lies a broken soul.
If you get past her metal shell,
You'll see a gaping hole.
No one sees that she's crying,
For her mask displays a smile.
She only yearns to take it off
For just a little while.
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In Darknesss
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written on darker subjects such as suicide, death, self harm, etc. If this may be triggering to you, proceed with caution. Some of these were written in my stay at a mental institution where I was allowed a comp...
