My face says nothing,
My expression blank,
But you'd never tell
That my heart died.
My gait is stiff,
My laughs hollow,
But you'd never notice
That my heart died.
My eyes are red,
My wrists scarred,
And it's been like this
For months on end,
Cuz the truth is-
My heart was never,
Ever, truly alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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