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by tiff Apr 25, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
No ones around to hear her screams no one there to know what it means she gets through her fit and fixes her face its all done with and now shes safe her parents come home with smiles on their face time for her mask it comes out but doesn't last a smile in public laughing at c.r.a.p but when shes alone her real feelings come out she Cries in her sleep cuts on her cheek saying she fell but she really feels weak they all think shes happy because of her mask but really she cuts with not only glass she has bottles in her room full of pills of doom knifes under her pillows she used even when she was little but when the morning comes nothing has happened takes a few of her pills hoping it will last and puts on her well played mask
by Gem
This was a very powerful poem. It's a delicate subject to write about you you pulled it off well. Well done 5/5 *Gem*