the teardrops run down
and fall off her nose
she cries in dark corners
where nobody goes
you can follow the tracks
from her eyes to her chin
from years upon years
of letting them win
and her eyes tell a story
of anger and pain
you think she is happy
but just look again
and the scars of the past
hidden under her clothes
are a roadmap to places
nobody knows
her smile is now painted
she's a master of disguise
you can see it all.
just look in her eyes
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the heartbroken
Poesíamy poetry is for thoes who are suicidal amd anorexic or are going through anything troubling. (note: i am suicidal so i know this may be triggering.) if you are easily triggered i suggest you do not read. read at your own risk.
