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Hidden Scars

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WhnU2rFnishdEyeFckng

Published: Mar 9, 2011

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Look at her
What do you see?
Can you tell that she's hurt?
Can't you see that she bleeds?
If you only look at the lies
You'd say she's just bored
But look in her eyes:
Don't you see that there's more?
She goes day by day
And no one suspects the agony she hides
Don't believe her happy face;
On the inside she cries
She's good at hiding her pain
And the cuts on her arms
She stands in the rain
When she can't fake 'fine' anymore
Now she can't breathe
The pain's too much to bare
She can't hold in the screams
And she's running out of air
Look at her;
What do you see?
Can you tell that she's hurt?
Can't you see that she's me?

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very dark, very emo, but i like it (no, it does not describe me, i am a generally happy person...most days. Believe THIS happy face, because it is not a lie) I just thought id put this out there. i wrote it a while ago. Let me just say that if you DO feel this way, tell someone and talk about it, plz, even if you REALLY dont want to and you feel like you have no one to tell-trust me you do. Theres always someone, whether you realize it or not. A boy in my school recently killed himself, and it was AWEFUL. I used to play with him when i was a kid, but i didn't really know him that well now, and i wish i had. The next day at school was just...so horrible. Please don't do that to the ppl around you, and dont do it to yourself, even if it seems like the only way out, because it isn't believe me. R.I.P CL. Everyone misses you.