Tiles

by shutout   Feb 15, 2007


With her blood
She writes on tiles
No one knows what’s behind her smiles
Her make up blackens her eyes
Now that would be no surprise

Runs around screaming
She fakes her life
Blames herself with the kitchen knife
Hides the cuts
From the *****

They think they no
They no nothing
The silent battle she fights
Cry’s herself to sleep all those nights

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