She is two
different halves
of the same girl.
One half
honest, happy
She is fearless and strong
she never stops smiling.
The other,
lonely, fearful
and perhaps suicidal.
She feels useless, insignificant
and she is always
the second
choice.
You could
never tell
they were the same girl.
But tears dry,
and bruises fade.
All those
self-inflicted scars
litter her insides,
so you could almost
never tell
how broken
she really was.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my venting/darker poetry. Some may contain triggering material or swear words, so here's a warning for that. I'll post a new poem whenever I can! Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
