she seems happy but they don't see inside
they can see past the galaxy of feelings in her eyes
they think she's beautiful with her pheachy-pink hair
but what they don't see is her fear
her mind is a mess
it seems like her life is adrift
nobody knows the mess in her wrists that she hides
they don't see that her mind is that unrest or that all she dose is cry
but today she'll take her own life and she'll die
they'll mark her gave but they don't know she survived because her mind isn't ready to die
so she remains alive until someone fixes her tangled mind so she doesn't have to lie
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Author:
jackal quietus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2018 10:14
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Comments1
I really love this! One thing is that you have a typo in the 8th line.
typos are part of life
So true.
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