Her Fake Smile
Her Fake Smile
She's not as happy as she seems,
she smile's when she want's to die,
so she seats all alone aching from the pain,
wondering if she'll ever be noticed,
wondering if there's any point in life,
so she begs and begs to be put out of her own dark age,
the dark age she keeps buried deep,
but tends to show every once in a while,
so she just has to hopes that her family doesn't see,
see that fake smile she keep,
what will they do if only they knew?
How could she stand to have them know?
Know she's not the happy little girl they once knew?
will there be a way to block out there shock,
block it out for good,
how will she do it?
how could she do it,
will it be with a bottle of pills or with a rope?
who knows.
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