Faking it

A fake smile

But for it to be real, I'd walk a mile

Damp eyes

Only hate and lies

A broken heart

Falling apart

A troubled brain

Sick of this pain

It hurts to stay

Because I have so much to say

But my point you'll never see

And to leave may kill me

Sick of hurting

Tired of cutting

But causing myself pain

Somehow hides my vain

This poem is about: 
Me

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