I'll never
.
.
.
If you look closely,
You'll see that her smile is forced.
Her eyes are empty.
She's not really happy.
But nobody notices.
There's slits on her wrist.
Hands curled into a fist.
Eyes tired of crying.
Body tired of trying.
But I'll never let them see that its me.
YOU ARE READING
deep scars//
Poesía"poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - robert frost
