All around I find
fake smiles and happy lies
but if you look, you can see
the terror in their eyes
and when you're sitting in your room
crying late at night
looking at the blade,
gripping the knife tight
and so I turn away,
stare out at the rain
I cut my flesh and mar my soul
and revel in the pain.
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Powerfully written, so honest. Great write on an intense subject. Thank you for sharing.