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Haylin Nov 2018
Can't you tell when I
say "I"m fine" of
how much pain and sadness
there is in my eyes?
When you ask me how I am.
I almost start to cry, but I just manage
to tell you such an easy lie.
And then I go home, wanting to die,
you still think I'm fine because you
didn't catch that horrible lie.
Haylin Nov 2018
Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was just the cat"

Just an excuse
Just another lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
"Just fashion, why?"

Just a tear
Just a scream
"Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream"

But it's not just a cut
Or a tear or a lie
It' always 'just one more'
Until you die
Kaitlin Evers Nov 2018
God, piece me back together
Will it ever not hurt?
Dearest blindfold, hide me
From the truth once again
Believing the lie
Was my happiest path
Is the truth really worth it
When all it gains is pain?
adriana Nov 2018
i down the whole bottle before the sun's in the sky.
the way i live is the way that i lie.
i'm fighting the lows by staying high.
but its better if you never know why.
Hey how are you

I wanted to tell you I'm hurting, that every part of my body is aching. That my eyes wanna cry out from so much pain inside. I'm begging, screaming and pleading to stop it all.

But what do I say?

"I'm fine"

A lie I couldn't bear to deny, everyone else is repeating the same line
When you just lie to pretend you're okay
Ariella Nov 2018
she wears a halo
to hide her devil horns
and though her smile may be sweet
don't forget that her wings
are draped in razor thorns
If only I'd known.
Halle Nov 2018
life really ***** sometimes
but you can’t stop going

people lie sometimes
but you have to keep believing

people leave sometimes
but you must be trusting

people hurt sometimes
but you don’t quit smiling

life really ***** sometimes
but you can’t stop going
Marsha Nov 2018
your words
like knives
they cut
through my skin
they hurt me
more
than I'll ever admit
they've fooled me
once, twice;
fooled me all the time
they lie
they poison
the beautiful me
within
Anya Nov 2018
If we forgo pursuing truth
Then we allow ourselves to die
I’ve done so long ago
When complacent with her lie
With the word of a woman
Who carries death in her sight
Unfit to reject her own skill
For she brings with it slight delight
Both soldier and weapon
Difference had died with her
The daughter of hopes rejoice
Now walks as a hopeful killer
Burdened are the knowing
For fitting words had rung
And she knew of what escaped
Beneath her velvet tongue
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