The only thing that keeps her from killing herself
Guilt
That courses through her veins when she lies
"I'm okay."
The feeling that weighs her down when she makes
the smallest
mistake
She weaves a tapestry of words to describe her pain
She acts so strong
"Role model."
Can't you see her tears?
"Innocent."
If innocence is
drinking
pill popping
blades
flirting
she's innocent.
"Happy."
She's only when she's doing one of those four things
And even the sadness lingers
Stirring smoke coils inside
Killing her mind and then
She wishes her life could be done again
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S H A T T E R E D
Poetryhere. Here will be a series of things Tragic Sad Whatever you call it Things Things I haven't shared Finally shared The things I've kept inside
