**TRIGGER WARNING**
**self-harm & depression**
I have this mask
And I hold it tight
It hides my pain and thoughts
They can't see I'm not alright
My happiness is fractured
My wrists are scarred
My mind is poisoned
Thoughts trapped in a jar
My heart is broken
As anxiety grips me
My smile is erased
And depression pulls me
I blink back tears
And bite my lip
They all walk past
Watch me trip
They hear my laugh
And see my smile
They think I'm okay
But I've not been for awhile
The scars stay covered
Nobody questions
I sit with silent tears
No one mentions
They only see the mask
The one I've slowly become
The real me's slipped away
All my thoughts, my heart; numb
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Deep Poems
PoetryMy feelings on a page {some may be triggering} Best: #60 in deep thoughts #100 in poetry
