Voices cut and bruise her skin.
Skin like shattered shards.
Crushing and crashing.
Blood splattering messages staining her poor fragile mind.
Yet sometimes she feels the urge to laugh.
Laugh at the fact that her name is spoken upon.
Really, though, she's broken.
Physically.
Emotionally.
Mentally.
She can't deal with their crap no more,
So she laughs and laughs and laughs.
'Smiling hides the pain', she'd say to herself.
'Keep smiling.'
'Damn it, smile harder.'
'Smile now and cry at home.'
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The Truth Behind Words [Dark Poems ONLY]
PoetryA book of (dark) poems by me. WARNING: 15+ ONLY, TRIGGERING 10 in #darkpoems 2/01/19 5 in #fascinating 30/01/19 704 in #mentalinstitution 8/03/19 837 in #mentaldisorder 27/03/19 98 in #fascinating 18/05/19 614 in #mysterious 20/05/19
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