They would not show
The pain they felt
Pull down their sleeves,
With smiles on their face
Live through the pain,
Don't show the real them
This is an act
So you don't see
How much,
They want to die
They scar themselves
With cuts and with burns
To feel pain,
For their messed up heads
They work through an act
As to show
They're strong,
When what they want
Is just to die
And the worst part?
No one can see
Behind their act
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Depressing Poems
PoetryMy thoughts. My words. MUST ASK FOR PERMISSION TO USE. Warning- these are sad and may be triggering. Read with caution
