What hides behind my smile
My misery pours out of my eyes, as I drown in my sorrow. With a face of an angel, it hides the pain that lies behind my smile. Hands of my kind soul hide the past from a blade, taken to the soft skin of my youth. To leave indents of what has burdened my soul for internity. My scream is as sharp as a knife leaving a trail of blood for the blind to not see and the deaf to not hear
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kaitlyn.m.grady
Art Therapy student at Cedar Crest College. Art and psychology are my passions. Helping people is what gives me meaning in life. I am an advocate to reduce the mental health stigma, and I am sharing my story through my writings.
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