The pain she goes through on a daily basis.
The fake smile upon her pretty face.
Every bruise that her lover leaves.
The crush heart that everyone seems to walk over.
Every tear that falls.
The cuts on her wrists.
That she needs help.
But don't know how to ask.
She begs you to see the hidden scars.
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Author:
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