I used to do it so well
I could pretend I didn't hurt
I'd smile as bright as the Sun
I could warm your insides
I can't do it anymore
I hurt more than ever
I keep my stoic expression
I am cold to the bone.
I used to have many friends
Now I have a few and my blade
My laugh was chocolate, it made you happy
Now it's a sickening grin, it haunts you down
My mind was a diamond
Now it's a void.
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PoetryWho would love a girl with scars? Who would love a girl without stars in her eyes. With a soul pitch black? With demons that haunt her in her sleep at night? Who would love a girl that writes and cuts to deal with pain. A girl who'd rather be alone...
