A lonely girl
With scars and dark memories
Depressed for ages
But nobody can tell
She pretends to be okay,
By putting up a facade
Her smiles are fake,
Her laughs all forced,
She just doesn't see the point,
Of living anymore.
Her heart is broken,
Her mind, tired.
So she takes a razor
And slides it across her skin
She watches numbly
As the red paint drips down her skin
And she wonders..
Will I ever be the same again?
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Poems
PoetryRandom, depressing poetry. GAHHH. ._. Pain is my only medicine Crying is my only remedy Fighting for my life is tiring Screaming for help Is insanity
