Smile
see that smile
it seems real
you would never know she's suicidal
there are so many things she must feel
there is always a label
it was pasted on
she was never able
till she was gone
the blood that flowed inside
as it spilled on the floor
the blades were never pried
from her hands when she wanted more
the crimson out of her wrist
she knew she wouldn't be missed
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