Mon, 09/16/2013 - 16:02 -- ebirkey

Sleeves slip up in class, and you can see them

tiny white lines, one after another,

lines up in neat rows like soldiers.

She apologizes because she's sorry

they are a part of her dysfunctional life.

She doesn't want anyone to know;

She doesn't want anyone to hear;

She doesn't want anyone to see

the darkness inside of her.

Her hair falls over her eyes like a thick curtain,

they block out the brightness of the day.

What can she say? What can she do?

But she cries.

She cries.

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Wow this is so powerful. So much emotion.

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