She hides it so well.

Slash slash as the blade glides through her skin. She watches the blood drip down on the floor. And rhe scar will heal once more. Yet, no one can tell that she does this horrid thing...because she covers it up with a sweatband. She smiles everytime you see her. She laughs at her friend's jokes. She always seems happy. Yet, she hides it with an amazing act. She cries everynight. When no one is around. She let's her pain out by soaking up her pillow. Yet, no one knows she does this sad thing...because she covers it up with a fake smile.She lives her life as an act. She makes sure everyone is happy....even if she's not....because she rather have her friends...her family...her one guy who she loves more than herself happy....whenever she gets askes if she's okay...she looks at them and smiles..."Don't worry abou me. just be happy." She wants to be loved...she wants to feel needed...Yet, no one knows how truly broken she is...because she hides it so well...

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savigirl14

this poem is sadly true. People who cut try to hide it and act like everything is ok. I know how you feel. Read my poems and they show how I feel too

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