Outside im crying,
Inside im dying.
Scarred inside out.
Covered in clothes, Always.
Door locked.
Facedown on my bed,
Face puffed and red.
Fake smiles.
Fake laughs.
Fake reasurances.
Fake. Fake. Fake.
I hate being fake but crying during classes isn't a good idea.
People might worry,
We just can't have that now can we?
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Poems If your not interested in them don't read...
PoetryI'm depressed. These will be more on the ranty side of poems I guess for some of them. But follow me through my pain and suffering. If you don't want to... Good. I don't give a French fry. Read if you want.. If not I don't care. Update: September 2n...
