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Posting again, I remembered I wanted to share some poetry I wrote about a week ago...*sigh* It's probably no good, but I tend to write this stuff without even thinking. So I'll put it behind a livejournal cut.
You talk to her but she's not really there
She's becoming
And her soul is bleeding
Slowly...
Soon it will all be drained
Worries are over
Sympathy fails
And the pain that she showed on the outside
Was nothing compared to the hurt inside
But you couldn't see it
Her eyes were dull
And her skin was pale
And still you were blinded
Blinded by her smile
That hid everything so well
You talk to her but she's not really there
She's becoming
And her soul is bleeding
Slowly...
Soon it will all be drained
Worries are over
Sympathy fails
And the pain that she showed on the outside
Was nothing compared to the hurt inside
But you couldn't see it
Her eyes were dull
And her skin was pale
And still you were blinded
Blinded by her smile
That hid everything so well