Why is it that nobody notices how broken I am?
Why is that when I curve my lips up,
People don't notice the tear marks on my cheeks?
Why is it that nobody notices how empty I am inside?
Why is it when our skin touches,
You don't hear a cracking sound?
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Rainbow Sky ( A Collection )
PoetryDrabbles and poems of thoughts of people living under the rainbow sky. (c) PurpleMindedGirl
