My thoughts

People think I'm happy in life,
And having a great time,
When honestly,
I could be stabbing myself every night.
No one would notice,
Because I hide it so well.
I'm a well-trained liar.
I'e seen the best of em' and
I got it in my blood.
Now, my blood is black.
But in my mind.
My mind is the setting for these bad thoughts.
Where black flowers die,
And none-stop rain flows in and floods my memories.
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