The thoughts that make my throat tighten in shame,
I can never be stupid enough to give them a name,
I have suffered little compared to others.
They can't know I close my eyes to the fighting,
Constant screaming, scratching, biting,
Barely breathing from the hours that smother.
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Please don't be fooled by my facade of laughter,
The smiles, the jokes, the conversations after,
For my heart remains heavy with grief.
I won't let you see my twisted smiling,
Slicing, sharpening, silently whining,
Dwelling in dark hopelessness that lacks belief.
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A secret voice whispers things that make my toes curl,
Inside sits a tiny, frail body that once belonged to a girl,
She died ages ago.
None can know of her demise,
How she was taunted, locked up, hatefully despised,
Of how she'll forever sink in the river of woe.
