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. Years upon years of letting them win, and her eyes tell a story, of anger and pain. You think that she's happy, but just look again. The scars of her past, hidden under her clothes. Are a roadmap to places nobody knows. Her smile is now painted. She's a master of disguise, and you can see it all. Just look in her eyes.
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Sad Poems, Quotes and Lyrics
PoesíaI do not all own content! TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions; self-harm, anorexia, rape,abuse etc.
