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It's Real

I cut it out slow,

Just to feel the pain.

I stab out my eyes,

So they no longer may rain.

 

I break down my wall,

So there's nothing to hide.

I plaster on a smile,

They don't see what's inside.

 

I make myself cheery,

When the world grows sad.

I make myself calm,

Even though I'm so mad.

 

I look to the sun,

Yet hide in this night.

I make myself brave,

Though I'm filled with fright.

 

I cut myself fast,

Just to know that I feel.

I **** myself slow,

To know that it's real.

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Written by
isabella-james
American
Published
Feb 18, 2011
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And i now know it is....

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