//serious subject. Mentions self harm and suicide. Sorry//
Just one more fake smile she told herself as she forced a smile to her boyfriend.
Just one more lie she said as she replied, "I'm fine." to the question she hated most.
Just one more tear she said as she poured out her feelings on her pillow again.
Just one more cut she thought as she felt the relief.
Just one more night she repeated to herself as she planned her escape.
Just one more attempt she said as she readied the gun.
// Sorry if this is a bit too emotional.//
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PoetryThings I've written. Mentions serious topics. They may not be good, but whatever.
