As I step outside,
My melancholies began to hide.
Wearing fake smile mask,
Everyday that's my task.
They thought that I'm fine,
But actually chaos are on my mind.
Problems that I can't share to anyone,
Afraid to be judge by everyone.
Behind those smiles are fears,
Fears that turned into tears.
Tempted to end my life,
To end this shit using a knife.
Dried tears are on my pillow,
Crying for my hurting sorrows
Convincing myself it'll be fine,
But I'm lost and asking for a sign.
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Skeletons In Her Closet
RandomWelcome to her closet! Here lies all her skeletons. Sketelons that were supposed to be 6 ft. under. #1 in Englishpoems 06/21/2021 #1 in Escapist 11/21/2021 ✿
