A New Low
Her pain is hidden behind smiles,
And beauty that could be seen from miles.
She laughs at all the things you say,
But secretly she can't wait for an end to the day.
Her pain is unbearable but you don't know,
Her depression has hit an all time low.
The number of scars seem to grow,
As her heart and soul begin to go.
She can't stay here another day,
It's just one more cut to end the pain.
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