The Mask of the Brave

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I was never perfect

I was never strong

But I tried to be brave

 

My mask was not a good one

But people are easily fooled

Days went by and I got good at losing friends

 

I became scared

I became scarred

Each night tears escaped my eyes

And secrets escaped my wrists

Love was red and so was blood

So I found love and comfort watching blood drip to the sink

Never too deep to die

But deep enough for the pain to last minutes, hours, days

 

I was good at hiding it

I was good at faking

I was good at being broken

But I was held together with duct tape

Nobody saw,

Nobody noticed

Nobody cared

I wouldn't let them

 

Nobody ever saw the broken girl cradling herself at night

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