The way she see

Today she cried and cried opening every door that show's memories which secretly tortures her from within

Her wounds are bloody when the door opens like everything is still so cold fresh... she can't hide from the past

Bright red tears fall down her cheek as she screams at the pain that hidden inside

When she looks In the mirror it's like she carries the wounds on her skin and not in her mind

All she see is dark purple and green bruises covering her horrific body with Bloodstained arms as If she cut to deep

In the end this is all a figment of her mind

The outside world see a delightful,sweet girl that looks like she and her life is perfect but nothing is ever perfect.

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