A Man Made Infliction

Can you see the artificial ease
She plasters across her face
She is always praying that no one see's
That she is such a horrible disgrace

No one sees the tortured soul
Behind those blank blue eyes
The despair has taken its toll
Her soul scorched with lies

You would never guess
She cries herself to sleep
Underneath the facade she is a mess
Her suffering runs to deep

In her room hides a tool
She uses when life goes wrong
When the world seems to cruel
And she can no longer be strong

It helps keep her sedated
Calming the battle she fights within
Hiding the wrist she's desecrated
Cover up the battered skin

The relief it brought
Somehow became an addiction
And now she relies on
Her man made infliction

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