Broken

Make- up packed on my face
To cover up those slap marks and bruises

Cuffs and bracelets upon my wrists
To hide the red gashes and white scars

Long hair flying across my face
To veil the tear streaks

Smooth flowing words
To disguise my depression

A fake smile and laugh
So my friends aren’t suspicious

Acting happy, putting on a show
So my close ones won’t suspect

Doing things that use to bring fun
So parents believe it’s still the same me

But I’m sick of living a lie
The truth is I’d rather die
There’s too much hurt and pain
It’s driving me insane
I want to end my life
With my only true friend…a knife
For my life is not worth living
So in the end it’s up I’m giving
Cos, I live a life so broken
But in my pain, not I word have I spoken
I long to call out, to cry
Wanting someone to understand
But as days fly by
The more I feel lost and bland
So now I’m going to escape
With my knife I will scrape
At the skin on my wrist
My hands bunched in a fist
So now it’s my time to say goodbye
My life turned crap, not knowing why
So now I drift off into a black void
Remembering all the things I enjoyed
So finally this is my farewell
I’m finally escaping this hell

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