My lies Are Getting old

They all Wonder
They all are Staring
They always are questioning
Whats with all the bracelets your waring?

I Make an excuse
Another Lie that I have told
I'm Getting buried deeper
This Hiddings getting old

I'm really tired of being truth less
And always telling Lies
Always smiling
When i really want to Cry

Sick of hidding all these bruises
That intend to stay upon my skin
All the cuts and scars
Deeper and Deeper getting buried in

Wounds also grown deeper
but still can not reach my veins
lets Make this time count
Lets Stop all The pain.

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Sabrina

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