The razor under her bed is for relief.
Relief that she can feel something.
The dark is so she can cover up.
Cover up all of her mistakes.
The red staining on her showwr floor is a reminder.
A reminder that she's not perfect.
The pills on her nightstand are there for her.
To take each day and make it go away.
Her arms are always covered.
Covered to hide how she really feels.
Nobody knows what's behind her door.
For she keeps it locked to hide her pain.
They always expect something from her.
Yet she doesn't have, something to give.
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A Trip Into Space
PoesíaA bundle of poems thought of by myself. Please don't use any of these without permission!!
