she cried everyday
but no one saw her tears ,
Her scars were screams
that no one could hear.
Her skin told her story;
she acted alright,
but she was dying inside.
She managed to hide the pain,
Only because there was no way to explain.
Everyday something would go wrong,
But she always found a way to staystrong.
One day shecouldn'ttake it no more
She slithered to the bathroom
and grabbed the blade,
she sliced open hervein,
one moment of pain..
She took her own life away.
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