(POEM)
Wearing a mask everyday, no one can see her real face.
Smiling and laughing with her friends, everything looks perfect.
But when she stands in her room all alone, she takes off her mask, and her face turns to stone.
A tear falls down her cheek, and she starts to cry.
She doesn’t know why, but its something inside.
Memories she should have forgotten, but now they rest within her and makes her soul start to rotten.
The hate fills her up, and she takes out her knife..She can’t see, but she can feel…every cut that she makes burns her soul….Soon her soul will be gone and her hate will be strong.
She doesn’t want to die and she doesn’t wan’t to live.
She want’s to kill herself and one day she will, but right now she suffers still.