"Are you okay?"
I'm fine. I'm fine,
a word i think I said a thousand times but it has no meaning to me. I keep a fake porcelain smile on my face so no one can see how broken I am. Just like a broken mirror ready to be thrown out. To be so easily forgotten by the people I thought loved me. My scar are getting bigger the sleeves on my arms are getting longer. Every time I look into a mirror there's a girl with a pain in her eyes but her smile hides it like veil. I have lived, no survived threw so much pain that I can no longer feel but there's something that always makes me feel again a pain i wish to forgot. The whispers inside my head will not let me. They say that I need to remember so that one day i will finally DIE.
BY: CHESHIRE
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BROKEN late night thoughts
PoetryThoughts that pass threw my head as I lay awake at night. Most of them are crazy. Please read in black
