That pretty face
That everyone had envied,
Those eyes that everyone thought sparkled,
They were once with filled with tears.
Those flawless arms and legs,
Those shoulders that make her attractive
In the eyes of everyone,
They were of fracture, inside and outside.
Her heart,
Which everyone thought as big and light,
Her soul which they thought were pure and clean,
They were always broken and impaired.
So don't settle on what you see,
Because what's inside is a broken self of a perfect person.
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
