In dreams I see the pain I hide.
Sleep is no escape.
But I can't stay awake. I've tried.
At least for no more than a day.
I get out of bed before dawn
Put makeup all over my face
And everywhere else, I'll put it on
To hide my scars, just in case.
I've learned many things indeed
Like what it means to stay alert
Like how to cover what can't be seen
And how it feels to be hurt.
And I've learned to hurt myself
With my own thoughts
More than anyone else
And I've stretched myself til I'm taut.
And when I look in the mirror
The mascara runs lines down my face.
Yet it feels like the end's getting nearer
And it's the future I want to chase.
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Compilations of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
PoetryA book of short stories, songs, poems, and thoughts of mine
