My Little Secret

September 15, 2015

Behind locked doors my mind races,

Hidden behind a mask everyday,

Everyone sees what they want to see,

Nobody sees me breaking inside...

With razors in my hand I think of you,

With nothing to look forward to,

I take one last look in the mirror,

All i see is my love for you...

You saved me.

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