You see beauty
I feel pain.
You don't see
the monster I became.You see a smile,
I cry alone.
I can't be loved
until I"m skin and bone.You see me break,
but don't what I hide,
thíck red blood,
suicide on my mind.

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Written by the Wind
PoezjaIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
What you don't see
You see beauty
I feel pain.
You don't see
the monster I became.You see a smile,
I cry alone.
I can't be loved
until I"m skin and bone.You see me break,
but don't what I hide,
thíck red blood,
suicide on my mind.