She closes her eyes.
And breathes.
She prepares to provide them lies.
As light shines in her path.
A smile here and there.
Laughter out in the open, but just so fake.
She always acts as if she cares.
But on the inside, she feels dead.
Makeup is loaded upon her face.
A mask, a hideaway for her uncaring soul.
Her trueness has left without a trace.
She is empty, a Barbie doll awaiting control.
Alone, all alone now is where she can be free.
Here, she is able to watch her blood spill from her skin.
As she drains color from her face, a true smile appears.
Happiness is here.
Author notes
Prompt: Option 2: Rhyming poem about cutting or suicide.
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- A Cold Night by cut13roses.
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just amazing i can relate amazing good job im giving you an applaud :]
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Thanks. x]
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amazing write. it had great emotion put into it. also very deep.
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Thank you very much :}
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describing every girl you will ever know-
this poem will relate to many. -
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Thank you :}
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