She hides her pain like nothing is wrong
She wipes her tears to make herself strong
But its no use at all.
Everyone thinks she's happy
Everyone thinks she is perfectly fine.
But what they know is
the pain she feels
the tears she has cried
the cuts on her wrist
they dont know is that
under her cover there is more torture then plessure
and just past her lips there is more anger than laughter
she pertends to be happy
cause she knows
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