Red Drip

Cries behind closed doors
Forced to put on a fake smile
For the outsiders
Those who dont share her fate
Dont understand
Silent tears and absent scars
Self infliction
Is how pain is handled
It helps to watch the red drip
Somehow cures the hurt
Only for a moment
But for that moment
It's all smiles
Till she resorts to her self-therapy once more
They say she's crazy
They say she's depressed
But she disagrees
It's simply treatment for the pain
Something like a painting
Silver strokes create red lines
Against a tan canvas
Beautiful release
Watching the red drip...

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