That girl you see in class.
She always wears long sleeves.
But a smile as well.
Her eyes have a certain kind of gleam.
You can't help but wonder.
Is it happiness or tears.
No one hears her internal screams.
For razor blades and death.
No one knows of the neuse she made and almost hung around her neck.
No one suspects smiling girl of being a suicidal girl.
No one suspects that tonight smiling girl will bleed.
No one suspects that smiling girl is me.
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Smiling Girl
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote about how I was last year before I went to the hospital. Anywho, hope you enjoy/enjoyed it so... yeah.
