The Real Her

It's about my life, it's not that good though…please read and comment...
They see her smile and say she's ok
They say her life is perfect
But the real her is under the surface
Under that fake smile
Because inside her soul is tearing
Inside she can't bear the hurt of life anymore

After she gets home from school she walks to her room
She grabs the razor blade she hides in her drawer
She cuts her wrist deep
And watches the blood run down her arm
Slowly everything fades
And she never has to show that fake smile again

By Alyssa Curtis
Published: 3/28/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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