Behind her smiling face,
is a tragic world you couldn't dare miss.
A blissful visage she portrays,
behind that look was her life,
a cunning seige of disarray.
If you'll look closer,
tears and blood,
you'll even see darker.
Not a night would she miss,
painting her wrist across,
at each strike all she can do was hiss.
His face showed not a hint of care,
all she could do is stare.
Stare at her life, her soul, her everything,
not a hint of gold nor beam
she gained nothing.
Behind that face she shows,
is pain that no one ever knows.
Just treat her true,
so her life wouldn't be of cold and blue.
Behind that eyes she hold,
is a life less, yet more than gold.
Behind her face that glows,
is a night of tears,
but no one wouldn't really know.
For she keeps everything behind the eyes she wore,
as she look down at her feet,
her life,
she silently tore.
Behind everything isn't a life of bliss and gleam,
inside her was a life you never ought to hold,
you never want to dream.
Behind,
was a life of her so blind.
Take care of her,
so she'll no longer suffer.
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PoezieIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
