She smiles at the world,
But deep down she is nothing.
She is worn.
She makes up lies in her head to help her sleep in her bed,
But the lines are red,
They've become blurred with time.
It dries on the surface,
But she tells them she's fine.
She laughs to the world,
But who would love a suicidal girl?
You tell her to stop, you tell her you care,
But it's wasted breath can't you tell?
She smiles to the world,
She feels betrayed.
Of all people, you were the one who walked away.
She feels guilt in her soul,
She writhes in pain,
She feels like throwing up,
Her heart is stained.
She cries to herself,
She's being selfish again,
She's scared.
How long can she continue
to smile at the world
who doesn't even know she's there?
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