And there she goes
Walking around with the scars
That holds thousands of memories and regrets
She cuts her skin as if she's paper
And doesn't seem to care
Her smiles are quite convincing
But it's just a mask to cover up the pain she feels
Until one day she ends her life
Like a tragic love film
As the pain had exceeded its limit
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PoetryA collection of poem that expresses the thoughts of a wandering mind Unsaid thought expressed through the art of writing
