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by Chris Aug 25, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
People only see what's on the surface They rarely see the soul inside But how can they see mine When I've cut it to ribbons Just because I have no marks Defiling the skin of my body Doesn't mean I don't cut myself It doesn't mean that I'm fine Because the truth is I cut my soul instead Over and over again and again At least a wound a day I know what I do is wrong I know it's killing me completely Burying me in the scars And it will lead to my end But if it makes them smile I'll keep this secret of mine Keep this facade up just a little more Pretending my world hasn't ended